Seeing the ocean is usually the start.
It draws people from near and far,
Just as dreamy as a distant star.
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Sailing above much is unseen,
What lies below only a dream.
As of now much is unknown,
Can make one feel very alone.
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In its whole a vast expanse,
Has seen much remembrance.
Ships and planes lost at sea,
Loved ones lost for eternity.
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Forever alive and always changing,
Many delights and lots of warnings.
Most of us drawn to the seashore,
They’re some who chose to explore.
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Marine biologists try their best,
Relying on their funding requests.
Inner earth they doth seek,
Trying to take a little peek.
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Much is unknown but they don't care,
Yearning to explore where no other dare.
Among the Beauty thats all around,
Forgotten are the dangers abound.
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Mysteries still surround the deep,
Treasures found you may keep.
Inner earth waiting to be discovered,
Many things still not recovered.
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Not always finding what you seek,
It's not a quest for the meek.
Beautiful and mystical as our birth,
So is it with Inner Earth.
Butch Phillipps, Copyright © 2011 - All rights reserved.
Daily Quote: We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are.
- Anaïs Nin
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: toile de maître / masterpiece / noun
Example sentence
- French: Ce Monet, une véritable toile de maître, a été vendue aux enchères pour plus de 4 millions d'euros.
- English: This Monet, a real masterpiece, has been sold at auction for more than 4 million Euros.
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