The waves are heaving like a series of sighs,
lifting squandered bits of sun that bruise the shore,
flecks of quartz in teal green water.
No foam survives
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i gave it an eight; it's very beautiful, although i don't fully understand it; i needed to read it through a second time - a good thing!