Beneath the cerulean hush of dawn,
The sea forgets its ancient frown.
Waves whisper dreams to sleeping sand,
And sunlight spills from heaven’s hand.
A gull arcs high—its cry a thread,
That stitches blue to clouds overhead.
Time drifts slow, a silver tune,
Between the tide and fading moon.
Hearts breathe deep, their tempests cease,
As morning glows with quiet peace.
In cerulean calm, the world is new—
A single breath, a boundless hue.
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