Beyond the Mystique

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Once, when the sun sang,
The sea laughed, sweet and playful.
Her tides told tales of treasure,
Beneath waves like giggling friends.

"Find me where the starfish dance,"
Whispered a shell, with sparkly eyes.
Beneath the frothy kisses of the sea,
Voices of sand and salt would play.

The song of seashells
Willow’s whisper