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Or
When the waves are frequent
And the foam accumulates
The moon becomes a bulb of light
Within panoramic darkness
Within the porous shore
For darkness is never fully dark
And tears are never full of salt
And when the waves are frequent
Like a storm within a snowglobe
The moon becomes third person
A needle standing out within a haystack
Ooh, this is good!! I love this... there are many metaphors in this which I enjoy reading. Great poem! Well done!