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A waft of the ocean's tides were sent my way.

In a whispering spray and a rhythmic beat

The ocean's words drifted gently and sweet;

"Satisfaction is felt by the sands on the shore

Though at times the sand is tossed to-and-fro.

Should it be contentment you hope through me

Then contemplate on this and thus it will be;

Mist your heart with esquisite love,

Encounter a moment of matchless joy,

Fly peacefully like a serene dove,

Wear patience like a brilliant glory,

Apply kindness with warm projecting rays,

Tote fairness wherever the path goes,

Bestow reliability during a brusque day,

Donate gentleness in an amiable tempo."

The tide rescinded into the ocean's arms

With its soft words precisely resonating;

A composure enhanced with a fragrant song.

The tide left behind contentment in waiting.

~ By Annie G. ~