A westward wind whips waves
slamming into the silver sands
as I stand waiting for a spirit.
Standing in solitude on the shore
feeling the freezing ocean waters
crash on my bare feet.
I stare to the sea hoping.
Hoping for happiness to roll in,
but alone I stand soulless in the sand;
ever waiting for the low tide
to expose all the unseen.
In the unseen my happiness awaits
hidden deep below
the wind whipped waves.
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