She of The Sea

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Sunrise comes, an orange of red, 

a yellow of pink,

and does it slope. 

Sand particles divide as she paces, 

walking along the dust of spaces. 

A breezing, strong as a God's breath shuddering, 

ripping through her strands of hair. 

A curious grip, 

to withhold a furious white of strip. 

The seashell stands in her hand, 

confirming its oneness, its uniqueness. 

So then she turns, 

the sun lighting her way. 

From sand, to shell, to shore, 

what could I want more. 

She of the sea, the beauty gives,

the shell is her own, and oh do we both live. 

She is of the sea and how beautiful she really is. 

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Reviews

[Norman 223]

I live by the sea and always find something new as the contours of sand and shingles change, the patterned debris of shells create new images, particularly as the sun is setting. You have now provided the image of Botticelli's Venus emerging from the sea. The scene is complete.

[Nisreen]

I always thought this link of a lover to the sea is the ultimate aphrodisiac
The way you see her
through this scene
its as if her beauty matches it all and is it

Stunning work here!!

[Spencer Barker]

Thank you, RiverSided!