The rocks are pretty tonight
A little on the hefty side
they're self-conscious to have to
bare their bodies to every stranger
that passes by
they've been the haven
of lovers and strangers
these rocks have seen it all
they stand so lifeless by the shore
restrained till high tide
when they marry the ocean
the rocks slowly formed
from sand and water and
rain and sun
pushed and punched
and pulled and stretched
pain produced demure beauty
the rocks marry the waves marry the wind.
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