The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
A Sunrise-Sunset at the Beach

I hear the cool waters flow,
A gentle breeze; the morning glow.
Soft tints paint the sky,
Wisps of cotton; hints of dye.

Rims of light, span the shore,
Reflections wink, from the subtle roar,
The new-born has come; come to die,
Sending soft drops of new morning sky.

As the pelagic depths wrinkle to and fro
The new-born winks with its final glow.
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