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Swells wash away

Soul’s agony

Waves blow

Cuddly

Fleecy

A feathered beach

Shelters and soothes

Bewilderment

Time waned

As I froze

All that bemused me

Was either to shut my sight

And enhance its hissing

Kissing say

Or lose no sound no sketch

A sweet bemusement

Shining bright Brighton

On my grey canvas

Painted off a British sky.

Real picture

Bewilderment and Peace

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