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— a west wind whisper, a salt-soaked song — … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … Zephyrs… they dance upon the waves— not gently, no… but alive stirring salty sprays into the air like laughter you didn’t know you needed … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … Look— zigzagging seagulls cutting through sky-script sharp, hungry, free no maps no limits just instinct and wind … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … And the light— the way it fractures across the water… zigzags of sun scattered gold on an endless blue while beneath— dolphins flash zooming joy through the deep like living arrows of purpose … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … Listen… the zephyrs they whisper to tides to time to everything that comes and goes and at night— a billion… no… zillions of stars spill themselves across the sea’s wide breath … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … Somewhere— Zanzibar… a shoreline that exhales peace palm trees preening in slow, sunlit vanity sand kissed again and again by wandering wind … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … And music— can you hear it? not played… but carried zithers in the breeze notes stitched into salt air while far off— yachts drift like unfinished dreams hovering between horizon and hope … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … The sails— they lean they listen guided not by force but by feeling by that same zephyr returning softer now— a lullaby tucking the ocean into night … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … But don’t be fooled— the cliffs still stand jagged zigzagged unyielding and the waves— they crash with zest with fury with forever in their lungs … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … And somehow— in all that chaos there is… zen … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … because the sea— it is wild it is restless it is endless and still… it knows how to hold a moment of peace … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … and I— I stand here salt in my breath wind in my bones watching listening belonging … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … because this— this zealous roaring whispering living thing— … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … this sea… is mine to adore … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
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Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 5:05 AM UTC
Zephyrs of the Sea
— a west wind whisper, a salt-soaked song — … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … Zephyrs… they dance upon the waves— not gently, no… but alive stirring salty sprays into the air like laughter you didn’t know you needed … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … Look— zigzagging seagulls cutting through sky-script sharp, hungry, free no maps no limits just instinct and wind … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … And the light— the way it fractures across the water… zigzags of sun scattered gold on an endless blue while beneath— dolphins flash zooming joy through the deep like living arrows of purpose … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … Listen… the zephyrs they whisper to tides to time to everything that comes and goes and at night— a billion… no… zillions of stars spill themselves across the sea’s wide breath … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … Somewhere— Zanzibar… a shoreline that exhales peace palm trees preening in slow, sunlit vanity sand kissed again and again by wandering wind … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … And music— can you hear it? not played… but carried zithers in the breeze notes stitched into salt air while far off— yachts drift like unfinished dreams hovering between horizon and hope … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … The sails— they lean they listen guided not by force but by feeling by that same zephyr returning softer now— a lullaby tucking the ocean into night … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … But don’t be fooled— the cliffs still stand jagged zigzagged unyielding and the waves— they crash with zest with fury with forever in their lungs … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … And somehow— in all that chaos there is… zen … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … because the sea— it is wild it is restless it is endless and still… it knows how to hold a moment of peace … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … and I— I stand here salt in my breath wind in my bones watching listening belonging … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … because this— this zealous roaring whispering living thing— … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … this sea… is mine to adore … L ☁︎ ~~~ J … By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
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You Are A spark, A wildfire, Burning through my soul, Your laughter—lightning in the dark. Love Grows Like waves, Silent tides, Crashing without sound, A rhythm only hearts can hear.
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Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 3:11 PM UTC
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