Sitting looking at the waves
Splishing and splashing upon the shore.
I raise my head and smile
At the peace of the sea and the sand.
And there it is, catching my eye;
A flower, a single bloom.
Bright red against the blue,
Floating on, borne in by the tide.
A promise of beauty, of impossible wonder.
I lean forward, hand outstretched.
But it remains beyond my reach.
Drifting further out in the wide expanse,
To far off places and shores unknown.
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