On a bed of water, softly watch it sneak,
across the plane of droplets clutched as one,
betrayed by the gaps in sails, it peeks,
much after the blue has swallowed the sun
From edge of Sea, which we Horizon claim,
a saline Pied Piper calling out our name,
oft we are charmed to starve well-fed domicile,
wade into water in search of glorious futile
Alas! Upon the fall of a pebble mischievous,
slithering across waves imperious,
we regain posture, for sea legs be crippled,
cursed be the one, who has the Moon suddenly rippled
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