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Softly, waves strike a wall
        as i dip my toes in.
Elsewhere, rocks are lightly lapped
        and a froth forms.
Kissed by the calm breeze,
        i almost miss that with that wind
        comes thick'ning clouds.
Serenity--man's hands make God's work
        more accessible (if less untouched).

I scan the sky:
        A dome in transition, from pale, puffy blue
                        to glowing, golden white
                        to thick grey
                bringing with it heavenly water
        which longs to meet its earthly sister.

Michael D. Springstead


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