Atlantic

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Atlantic

The cool Atlantic water caressed her beautiful feet.
Kicking water, splashing, soaking, her spirit looked complete.
Along the beach, alone, in wonder walking so.
She was chilled, her breath confirmed the cold.

I 'll give jewelry, and money, all richness too,
When warmth in the moment, shows love true.
That time when splashing the ocean brings cool relief.
In your thoughts the water cleanses each soul complete.

The water recedes from the sandy shore.
As she walks leaving her prints there etched so sure.
Each footprint more lovely than the last,
The sun frames her body with a glow of class.

I'll conquer any who dare taunt, or bring dispare.
Anyone ranks up to nothing, next to you there.