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Sound of waves crushing on the shore
Thousand seagulls screaming
Foam on the sand grains
Ans again, no marks left

The only the marks that it really like
Shown after the storm 
when it retch them out to sand :
Sea shells, ships Fractures,
Bone white logs to...

It play with the winds
Or the winds play with the waves
My feet sinking in the wet sand
The grains caress my toes
Today I play with the ripples on the shore

Salt dried on my face 
Mixed with the salt of my own body
From the windows of my soul
It's answer to the swells
Like a forgotten memory to time 
that we came from the water