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Click hereA spray of water that dances about
as the sea is pushed to borders of
shoreline, rock and sand.
To taunt the thought of woman or man
that sees the sea at the edge of rocks
that were forged in time by the oceans hand.
Tempered by the suns basking bake then cooled
by the glow of the moon. Making a shape with
chiseled specs forever forming, never settled.
So the finished product will never be,
by the changing form of the shore line sea.
The sight of a moment is but a glimpse of an
everchanging art.
The artist is the elements that never quit to
see, the finished product by the sea.
Though a mind will sit and ponder, of a time it
saw the wonder.
A very nice poem from a new voice.
This work has a smooth read full of alliteration,
word work, and imagery
with a tag rhyme at the end to tie it in a bow.
To make it even better,
some punctuation choices
and line breaks might be changed.
This would make a very good audio poem.