Sea and sand constantly revising
A vacant beach on a sail-less day
I watch from a distance
The hope of others wash away
I draw a line against the peerless tide
Etchings that cannot stay
I dance a jig of hopeless pride
I am nothing. I will go away
Bodies of metal, horses and men
Lost on a discovered shore
Comings and goings - now and then
Until the eye can see no more
But still the ebb and flow remain
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