Secrets lost in the murmur
of the obstinate tides.
Enigmas hide beneath
waves of recollections,
memories
ripple outward in echo's wake.
Do whispers ever count? - an unasked question
possibly roaming on the docks
where ol' sailors lie in salt-drenched slumber.
Melodies of the sea plead silence,
yet stink like lingering truths:
porous shells
and star-lit opacities
harbor curious minds like brittle whispers.
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