
Standing at a point,
two islands in distant view,
white caps constantly breaking,
waves of water that are pretty green blue.
~*~
Over the millenia,
there's endless erosion across the rocks' faces,
etched by a maritime flow,
that the tide places,
~*~
While the sky is cloudy,
with patches of dark gray hues,
the green algae clings,
to crusty weathered rock spaces.
~*~
Marine water whips,
around the islands littorals,
a frothy seawater fills the bay,
on that seashore An Ocean Away.
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