by F.E. Jones
Ocean breeze cleanse my soul
let sand and time remove life’s soil
Sunshine warm my cold shriveled skin
restore my heart that I may live again
Seagull song revive my wilted spirit
crushed by loss nourished by pain
So the notes of your discordant song
right the rights and forgive the wrongs
Tiny sea turtles run to the open sea
swim hard and true where you belong
Allow the ever waning tides slide
you from danger the strong survive
Little crabs rushing in and out
dart toward the surf to find a snack
Tempting fate with each long dash
some return others never come back
The sea for me holds the rhythm of life
sit upon its shore absorb its hymn
Mother Earths sweet rhythmic beat
heal my pain and return my sleep
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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