The sun sets on low tide
and the sea crabs run for open water.
The glare from the gentle caps
wraps
up a shore which speaks volumes.
It beats hard no more...
but holds memories from so many.
Finding time
to walk the last traces
of the salty brine...
may lead to reward on the open beach.
But even if there is no find...
we reach
our inner self...
our soul is bared to a rising or setting sun.
There are no failing moments on the sand...
no victories to be won.
There are only moments of retrospect..
where we detect
our hopes and dreams
and as silent as they may seem
in our mind.
We find
the sea......to be
a perfect match.
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