This is for real
The sound of the sea
As the sea breeze
Air kisses the waves
I can feel and smell
The salt of distant lands
That carry on endlessly
There is a breathlessness
And a timelessness
As shores, seas, skies
They meet
The crests of waves
White as the hair on my head
Turn to each other
In wisdom and experience
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