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There
in the
silence
of the dawn
spoke the ocean's
washing sounds. Each soft wave
reaching for the foot of uncertainty.
The blue sky offering assurance of
Love-filled mornings, the sand holding
secrets, the gulls crying madly. Amongst
softly swirled whispers is the laughing of
desire, coaxing and urging with octopus
arms, to plunge passed surface of the
enticing ocean's call. Never alone
with the stillness, but hugged,
embraced by the eternal
expanse of openness
sung in chorus
from the deep
of the earth
unto ears of
unknowing
subjects
who find
the sea-
shell
Original poetry and seagull photo
by SMKlein~2008 
 
Photograph courtesy of Image Cafe
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