Waves washing sand, with seashells tumbling, hypnotized by the rhythm, soon I’m dreaming…..of primordial beginnings,
life formed in the green, tinged with blue, in drifting clouds, and volcanic formations….
of ash and lava, so long ago….with the waves boiling, swirling……steam, when the earth was new……wait,
is that a pair of dolphins playing and splashing? I drift back to the planet’s rotation realizing,
love was created too, even for this young pair.
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