I have walked the same stretch of strand at the same time each morning under a sky unchanged pass the velvet ebbs as they kiss shoreline undeterred by underflow watch as the rocks ignite in might and froth in spray and skim from wind I wonder why each morning feels so new each day I come is it the sea? or is it me? the thread that runs through expresses itself in myriads of mystery each familiar, new as with love, this same but new feeling is Prophet pointing exactly where I'm meant to be
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Very musical in its stressed syllable pattern!