Silence is bad for the waves
if they know where the wind plays;
it is leaving with a few keys strung
and a murmur in an alien tongue.
The song is sung! - and the ripple passed
on the surface of sand cast
like a sipful had sloshed just
of a coffee cup, one last,
and over edge.
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