Jagged grey rocks line the bay
The waves crash into the shore
In an uncaring embrace //
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The afternoon mist
A whirling maelstrom of fog
Blankets the landscape in shimmering moisture //
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The late sun sets low in the sky
The fog retreats and
The land is tinted gold //
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The crashing waves echo
Penetrating the quite night air
As the world lays down to sleep //
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