A soft strand of sand
Telling of long-gone sagas
Whispering memories
Crisp azure blue of sky
Laments many sad losses
Permeating the mind
This cold North Sea
Grasping the bare beach
Cascading waves roll on
Inward the rhythm
Outward the breath
Teardrops mingle with rain
Crumbling decaying priory
Delicate sandstone arches
On the wind eroded headland
A promontory soaked
In slow Benedictine chant
Facing the seagulls soaring
Time continues observing.
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