
The City meets the Sea
At the edge of night,
And they speak in low whispers.
The things of which they tell
Would make the mountains blush,
If they only knew.
I came to the water's edge
And overheard them mumbling.
It was an argument I'm sure,
For the City boasted of its vibrancy,
Of how it shone through the mists
Rising from the jagged, glistening rocks,
That scattered over
the ever-reaching beach,
And how a beautiful aura dazzled
Therefore.
At the edge of night,
And they speak in low whispers.
The things of which they tell
Would make the mountains blush,
If they only knew.
I came to the water's edge
And overheard them mumbling.
It was an argument I'm sure,
For the City boasted of its vibrancy,
Of how it shone through the mists
Rising from the jagged, glistening rocks,
That scattered over
the ever-reaching beach,
And how a beautiful aura dazzled
Therefore.
And I'm sure that all the Sea
Answered back was;
"Peace,
Beautiful peace."
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