The sea took our whispers, cradled them softly,
and cast them upon the sands where dreams dissolve.
Between each breaking wave, a pulse of time is caught,
the eternal dance where salt meets the breeze.
Here, the tides encode secrets of the ancients,
epiphanies written in the language of foam.
As the sun dips low, the horizon whispers:
With each wave, a new beginning, a closing thought,
The shore breathes, in and out, an inexhaustible sigh...