serenity ~ a decima

At the beginning of the end

when evening still ripples maybes

but quietens the edge of seas,

the wave waits for just that second

unsure, to stay, go, or be friends

conch shells calm down sounds and silence

with salty tears and one last glance

sad sea and land let loose their grip

longing fills every finger tip

To serene sea it makes no sense

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