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The Beach

Louder than thunder as it pulls at the shore

Sculpting the beach with a mighty roar

Rocks pushed around with effortless power

Like the displacement of petals of a windswept flower

As the wave hits the pebbles, there builds a crescendo of sound

Each pebble refined, reshaped, reground

Picked up, then slammed to the ground

Lost for ever, never to be seen again, never to be found