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Beach rocks

Like little thinking men rocks
Are cogitating on the beach

As sea goes down in dumps.
Sea thinks deep in its waves.

Waves are its own thoughts,
Following random sequence.

You spot sea’s love on rocks,
Empathy with souls of rocks,

Sculpts rocks shapes in love.
Rocks have a fondness for it.

The sea drowns them in love,
Covers with a velvet of moss.

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