the motion of the waves,
crashing edges,
sea foam collecting,
over thin layers
of earth and sand.
bodies drifting,
sea shells,
aqua rock forms,
mermaids silent,
murmurs forgotten.
white noise,
echoes,
the slamming motion,
curling, like spirals
inside themselves.
no where do flowers form,
just dead sea growling,
the moon swirling,
evolving in a time capsule.
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