Waves resplendent, bending, crashing
Ocean’s remnant, wending, splashing
Light refracted, piercing, shining
Sun enacted, searing, blinding
Aquamarine, cerulean, azure
Lost and serene, the blue sea’s allure
Water like glass, flowing and moving
Out of sight fast, going, renewing
In sight, a river runs painted
Like life, delivered untainted
Holding A brush that strikes the page
Creating a rush like lightning caged
Alas a wave must run ashore
At last to pave the way for more
Many hundred a day at least
To lay sundered on the beach
The Mews 
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