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Inspired by exposure to PonyTale! ;) |
Seascapes waves roll in, flow out Storm winds rise, to fall. The moon waxes plump and rich, then wanes thin and sharp casting golden paths on seascapes. She escapes warm shore, icy sands, sing with the sea of infinity. The ocean may hum silently of eternity, Or lash out in a fury of now. To this reflection of her soul she escapes. |