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Sunday, 14 September 2025

The Ocean Tide

To sit and watch the ocean tide,
Kiss the rocks,
At the dawn of the day

The beginning of the start,
Sound of the waves,
Crashing and splashing,

In rhythm with the beat of a clock,
As the second hand moves,
Movement propelled,
The minutes in the hour,

As the tide lowered,
The tears dropped,
Off the faces of the rocks.........

Meadfoot Beach


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