The ethereal, ever-flwoing, effervescent moment..
Turquoise waves, whipped to white foam
Crash down upon gray and black stones
Weathered and aged
Through those years that fled.
Depths of indigo sky hold aloft the pearlescent moon.
The throaty roars and silken whispers of the sea,
And the feathered fingers of the wind caress me,
Billowing around my lonely stone
That countless men and ages have known.
So here am I
A passing phantom, or a sigh
Crying out before it all
Hail and welcome.
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