Apon tides of the sea sparkling diamond clear waves of opportunity gleam the windows of the soul with discerning twinkled reflections, fate beckons a call I
hear her crashing opera guiding my soul along the coast her elemental whispers calms a anxious mind, she shares facts of life I sit for hours eyes closed mind
opened to her blessings heavy breath escapes my chilled mouth.
My mind responds with celtic knowledge the language of native ancients the tongue she of fate only understands, peace reigns solace set's In the crashes
ceace the opera over my soul cleansed and mind purged till next time, I yearn for the seas of fate along another coast.

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