A hidden prize

under the green blue surface


shifting sand and shells

once mountains

now reduced to dust

from agitation of waters

tossed by storms

and stretching seabed’s


the water speaks with waves,

white caps and rushing



the fingertips of shorelines

spread far beyond millennial



their presence is a substance

and a statement of belonging

long after were gone.



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