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It is before dawn

the sun is still in bed

at the shore end

the sky lightens up

and the sun pops out again.

The seagull looks docile

water remains placid

the girl stands there,

her curly brown hair

in a cool ocean breeze.

It is skin dip hot

the noon wears no cap

after a glass of ale

I take a fizzy nap.

Water is warm now

sand turns white to grey

that seagull remains there

waiting for his prey.

Evening falls slow

the sun starts packing down

a lonely dolphin, off shore,

flaps back to her town.

the sky looks foamy

light changes its hue

a series of blurred visions,

like Monet’s Impressions

hover on soft blue.

The night hops

it's all deep dark

only a lighthouse blinks

at a distant far. 

I look up to heaven

I want to see her face

the ocean bells,

a tiny magic spell

shuts my eyes close

I lay down on St.Pete bay

my memory fades  away

and the ocean allures me again.