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Standing On Soothing Shores 
 
The rolling tide massages shore, 
and feet that seek its soothing hands. 
My agony sweeps out to sea, 
away, amidst receding sands. 
My hurt, these waves, they've met before - 
for years I've come to stand and cleanse. 
Yet, though my toes release their woes, 
my wrinkled soles retain their sins. 
The salty breeze, it sings to me, 
the cheerful sun bequeaths relief, 
as death, divorce - my lifes' remorse 
has found a home within the reef. 
So I shall stand in waves today. 
May all my troubles fade away.