The sun was riding low
Clouds streaking in the sky
Colors of the twilight beckoning my eye
Pounding, rolling waves filled my ears and
Pouring into my soul
Finishing the day on the sea in the cold
scattering seeds from my perch
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The sun was riding low
Clouds streaking in the sky
Colors of the twilight beckoning my eye
Pounding, rolling waves filled my ears and
Pouring into my soul
Finishing the day on the sea in the cold