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The sea
is deceptive, pretending innocence -
Grey sifting
gently over layers of deep blue…
She is wilder
than anything here and will not be tamed;
White mane
tossed, frenzied gallop to the sands,
Bearer of
gifts.
Sometimes
I hear her howling for a sacrifice,
Stampeding
the rocks,
Plunging
at her tether.
Usually she
just murmurs softly, trying to call me home.
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