The Shore

Rocking, rolling

Riding upon salt crested waves

The shore.

High upon a sea of green glass,

Golden stones

Splashing emeralds

Between tip and toe.

The shore

Tangled liquid after music

Surging rhythm of the sea

Pulsing to the anywhere

Of the music where I need to be

The shore

Leaving me swimming the long song

For all time

Leaving me swimming the long song

The shore

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