With compassionate tentacles of understanding
Buffered with the satin sheen of connection
There's a delicacy of web work
That permeates my existence
Where the sun meets the horizon there is an
Ever changing golden hue mirroring
Of this merge
When the force of the ocean
Washes the tide to beach fall back
The connection is trumpeted
With rapturous sound
There is a wedding that occurs
Defined by gentleness of colors and textures
There is a harmony and balance here
That fills my soul with
The helium of effervesce
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