This jetty too far removed, that tempts the sea’s serenity;
Land’s end, forlorn coast. A stretch of broken gray granite Teeth. Misguided mouth that clenches Against white-capped waves.
Hurled insults, shattered words, all fade into the wake.
The placid surface, pious in it’s slate sea indifference, slowly Swells and sways.
Goodnight kisses against the ports weathered Face. This cradle rocks to and fro as stormy clouds Gather and Grow.
The horizon speaks of squalls; the air of muted gulls.
Land’s end, forlorn coast. A stretch of broken gray granite Teeth. Misguided mouth that clenches Against white-capped waves.
Hurled insults, shattered words, all fade into the wake.
The placid surface, pious in it’s slate sea indifference, slowly Swells and sways.
Goodnight kisses against the ports weathered Face. This cradle rocks to and fro as stormy clouds Gather and Grow.
The horizon speaks of squalls; the air of muted gulls.
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