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The ghost of a woman waves at me from the shore,

She is old, wind-worn, but her smiles illuminate

The wrinkles of her eyes that had long seemed innate,

It twinkles in those skies and it will evermore.

The dirty sand beaches are flowing in her hair

The salty marines echo off her sun-kissed skin,

Oh how the breeze is warm when released in the air,

And even when it rains tis tropical chagrin.

She is the sea lady, promised to the ocean,

Forever forbidden to touch her companion,

They stare at each other, in search of the fanion,

Symbol of their union and of their devotion.

Whether in calm or storm, from the first light of dawn

And beyond that of dusk, if you look carefully,

When all noise has scattered and all the ships are gone

You will find her standing on the rocks, gracefully.

The song she sings is sad, it is one of a frown

Full of melancholy, beautiful bittersweet,

Though beware of the tears for they will dance your feet

And you will join the rest round the white ocean crown.

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The sea proves to be a recurring theme for me. Also, this is partly dedicated to L.