Waves of salt tears are washing billions of miniscule crystal shards,
while bizarre porcelain cups and bowls cast
up from deep and dark merfolk realms
are presented as gifts to the rippled shore
by warm and delicate water fingers.
At times, a blind and battered jelly-creature
is stranded in a wet sandy crater
still hungering for his briny food
while white sea angels with long wings
are tossed about by unrelenting salt-laced airs.
They fight valiantly against the bitter wind, and cry
as if for some lost loved one, despairing of finding them
in the expanse of wide and raging sea.
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