Morning dabbles
of sunlight – beckoning
light ever growing
towards afternoon weeping
breath of sea air
full of salty musk
moon glows drawing
up that deepening dusk
fading beneath cloud
starshine glimmers gone
weaving dark streamers
wind dances long
renewed by morning
sunlight does beckon

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