Tagata O Le Moana
The ocean weaves a wave that follows after another then calms it's rage of endanger. The wave cried as it was seperated from the ocean. I assumed that the sky and the ocean was an reflection copying it's colour.
I took a glimpse waiting for the amazement I got from the sky, seeking the cloud which was a mirror to the foam, clashing against the waves, that were formed the same way.
The foamy clouds showed a familiar white silhouette forming in the depths of the sky, lost in the endless blue. I noticed a distant wave dissvolving as it washed ashored to the golden sand. I also observed the sand awaiting for the wave's arrival. I eavesdropped on a wave having a conversation with another wave chatting away.
I consumed a bit of the sea tasting the strong taste of salty water it held for me as I nudged away from it, regretting it. I apprehended the seagulls screeching for each other trying to find their way through the blue and white maze in the sky.
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