Ocean Child

She sprang from the tides

the white crests enveloped her

as she washed ashore

she was the calm before the storm

but when she hit, she was gentle and reclusive

ebbing and flowing, guided by the moon

shorelines couldn’t stop her

nor could mountains of sand

she soared, crashed, and flowed

at her own pace, on her own waves

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