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the silent, breathless dawning
of a new day leaves one in awe
along the tropical shores of the Atlantic,
mesmerized by the ever glistening waters
in perpetual motion, rolling
southeasterly blowing
long before the blue skies were watching over;
sailors and serpents navigated these seas together,
hunting and pirating in blissful ignorance
of their future and now no more do either,
replaced by wealthy shacks of multi colors
and swimming pools instead of sea stories
that capture imaginations of many a lad...
now buried in the sand or washed away
by the tides to other distant lands
where progress still resides in dialogues.

15Jun13