Waves pound gently steady at my door; they too are powerless charmed crash beat against the shore.
Lapping steady steady minding moon as all we are and moved to rhythm known or deeper far inherently intoned.
Powerless, yes, to steady heartbeat lapping moon beat tempering all to seabird dream — she knowing too what always we forget: all wisdom in the string.
And finally cool air follows too to bring the drifting breeze at last and newness settles silent all my worries, stirs, and coos.
Cool air indeed rides mentor wave reprieve to brave wherever arc should carry crave or heed them tandem to my door, they whisper minder silent save for whoosh or woo.
They tell us lapping rhythm score rapport is more than worries can implore. The world is safe tonight all safe is safe restore for seabird string l’amour.
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