Waving’s from an ocean

Rusty took the meddles

by an by the strain

to which one does endeavor

stepping through the plain,

and savor is a solitude

one has a right to claim

but even clams are lonely

holding pearls before their name,

many toes among the depth

tipping through the fray

sandy little corners

where souls come out to play.

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