The ruff tides sweeps themselves in upon the shores. It is the sweet memories that rise with the tides in bloom and gloom of life’s dealings.

Darkness and light beam deep within the eyes that see the day-to-day earning.

Total brain stages laughing at the power of this sea of unseen pleasures. Only time will tell you when to jump into the ocean breeze.

A lot of us will hold onto the railings the sea-boat gives instead of standing there learning balance.

Arbitrary to the dusk the set over the horizon, taking pictures of your weird tight face as green spews the waters.

Picture Credit: Pixabay

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