Here is the second of my sea-related verses from my trip to Weston-Super-Mare.

Mighty rock, stone of wonder who or what has hewn you asunder?

Twas the sea, the mighty sea; the mighty sea did this to me.

But she laps so gently, she whispers calm? How can one so serene and tender fashion you thus?

I have no power in her presence, all melt before her. Like a skilled artisan has she fashioned me, with both her anger and her peace, for both are born out of love. Before, I was dull and unsightly, now I am born anew. I surrender to her whims and await my next adventure…

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