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Stone arches kissed by salt and time
The sea withdrew, but left its hymn
A silence draped in shattered light
Where prayers once echoed limb to limb
The pews are cracked, the altars bare
But something sacred lingers still
The ghosts of bells hang in the air
Like voices that forgot to will
Low tide cathedral, flooded spine
Where ruin hums with the divine
Broken shells and ocean glass
Still shimmer where the faithful passed
The sea will come, the sea will go
It knows the shape of rise and fall
But I remain between the flows
A witness to the quiet call
Here beauty doesn’t ask to bloom
It sleeps inside the fallen stone
A breathing space, a hollow room
That teaches how to be alone
