resemble tiny caves,
warm and perhaps cozy,
certainly full
of some dormant creature,
poised to emerge.
The center
is like a promise
about to be fulfilled,
a flower
about to bloom.
The break is a crash of waves,
sending the sands of my serenity
into frenetic dancing.
The crests send fire
through the stars.
Springtime
is my favorite season.
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