Dark blue waves crash against the shore,
to a beach yearning for more.
Cold air - hands and nose are frozen,
a thousand words are left unspoken.

The wind picks up speed,
like hands outstreched in need.
The water level is slowly rising,
all masks fall, no more disguising.

The moon peaks out behind dark clouds,
a warm carress against throbbing wounds.
Mellow feelings inside start glowing,
as sparkling stars light up the surrounding.

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