Upon a tiny easel rests a whisper of the sea —
a wave, mid-dance, caught between motion and stillness.
Brushstrokes of sapphire and foam entwine,
curling toward a shore unseen.
Behind it, a quiet green horizon hums,
like the memory of sunlight through water.
It is a moment suspended —
where ocean meets air,
and color breathes life into silence.
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