I stroll along the glimmering shore
leaving impressions of my sneakers in the sand.
Thou isolated, I stroll with a conviction
that mother nature has the upper hand.
Seagulls glide on the gentle, warm breeze
with little exertion or power.
Their presence is like that daily...
regardless of the conditions or the hour.
I continue to observe the rapid surf
smash against the desolate shore.
Seemingly endless is this effect
and unpredictable even more.
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