The waves crashing violently,
Washing upon the still solid beach,
The sun burning in the distance,
Way too far out of reach,
The sky bleeding fiery orange;
The day full of grey,
Unlike a parakeet,
You have nothing to say,
The foam dripping out of the sea's untamed mouth,
Washing to the warm sandy shore,
The sea blanketed with warmth,
Which the sun had shaken to the core,
As you gaze off into the sunset,
It burns through your seeking heart,
It takes you hand and teaches humility,
But beware, it will tear you apart.
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