The sun is burning ember on the azimuth,
The tranquility catches up with me,
As the waves thrash about to make a deal,
The sea gulls hover around screaming
Heralding the onset of another day of light, despair and hope?
The wind thrashes at my face,
Awash fish and shells and foam,
A conch to the ear, and a wish to hear,
How mutinous would be the waves this year....
welcome aboard mate...
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