I'm standing on a rock
A rock maybe formed and adjusted by years of compounding weightful waves
Behind me towers carelessly strewn beach homes
I'm standing at the edge of land and sea
I'm standing at the edge of my world
Across the horizon lies another country
Across the horizon lies another culture
The endless sky is overcast
The warmth from the hiding sun transcends my body
The sea-mist softly kisses my skin
Leaving its evidence moist on my face
For one single moment
Nothing matters deeper than this bottomless ocean
Such is your presence Papa
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