The Shearwater flit and float along shores edge
Seeking food in the moons blue light
White sands filtered to new hue
Lovers hidden between the beached boats
Sail to new places exploring new lands
The fishermen exhort food from the bounty
For sport and sustenance and camaraderie
I walk these sands in indigo light
Trees and homes and sky and sea
Meld to hues of the same
These blues mix with yours
I wish you turn to this freedom
As Shearwater flit and float in carefree abandon
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