The Deep End
Shifting waters rising tide melee of motion swirling...
Curling amidst the dreamy depths of ebony Fluid...
Druid hark and call of thunder amidst the waning skies...
Demise of dawning days on brighter edged blue lines...
Defines the perfect summer fantasy on the beaches...
Reaches forth with lightning forks of shattering ease...
Please tone the tides of ebony that set to swirling...
Uncurling folds of stormy lengths, cascading the land...
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