Acadia Poem by Nicole Silvia

Acadia

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White hands of waves
Clap against sun bleached stone

The tide begs the shell-ridden shore
To return to it's maker

Licks of foam-cressed water
Taste it's salty edges

Baby blue skies
Cradle soft clouds

And a breeze which roars restless
Throughout the night

I am in awe
Of your dangerous splendor

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