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Poem: Primal Rhythms

The ebb and flow... breath of the sea...

 

Primal rhythms
heard within the depths of me
The sound of cresting waves
breaking at sea
Flowing, cascading, cresting,
luxuriant waters divine
The feel, the sound, the ebb and flow,
blissful breath mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Moon and Waves, Oil on canvas, 2007, George Dmitriev, 1957, Murom, Russia.

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