Wave after wave would fain suggest
Ever a voyage,
Never a rest.
Ebbing and flowing tides on tides,
Is there no bar
Where peace abides?
Ships on the seascape, let us surmise,
Ply to a port
Of last surprise.
There may we lay us down and be,
Done with the surge
Of Odyssey.
Quite delicate... I don't think it'll stay with me as the sea closest to
me is one of them rough and dirty ones, but it's interesting enough.
--
Paul. (Just like a silver-studded sabre-tooth dream ....)
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