Battered Shores A battered shore Of seaweed twists And flotsam adrift On the sea wind. Wind that rages Over seas that Will not reflect The angry sky. Wave peaks froth, Whitened fury. A beauty in turmoil, A divine chaos. Be still the sea. When waning winds, At last returning calm. At rest a battered shore.
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