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The sea is a dreaming monster,
Relaxing on the golden sand.
The waves wrap their arms around him,
Gently waking him with their soft embrace.
He slowly stirs from his deep dark sleep,
Ready to consume anything in his way.
The wind is a furious lion,
Roaring aggressively at the sea.
An army of waves attack the shore.
As the storm subsides,
The wind twists like a graceful ballerina.
The waves calmly kiss the monster,
As he drifts back to sleep.
By Luke
Bailey
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