Acoustic sounds resounding like gentle waves on soft sanded shore.
The waters bear a sinful song.
It calls to its listeners to come worship her.
Hungry for warm sacrifice she calls for an offering.
The everchanging aqueous perfection lures
Wild and crashing whisper waves, salty and sweet
Temptress desires to fulfil her mighty purpose.
A cosmic, silvery turqouise shimmers bright
Fertile, she reproduces and if one listens, her transient salty sweet
offspring crash gently
The shore welcomes then pushes them back to the womb
They want to escape her but saturated sand holds no more hostages
She sings her children back to her bossom
Promising them peace but they forever know
They will crash again and beg her to let them go.
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