The music starts before the day
Wakes me gently sends me on my way.
The roar of water and shifting sands.
Within her fringes and dregs of waves I am found.
I stand a simple humble form.
Pushed and pounded, battled, bruised.
The strength within my adult frame,
Humbled by the pristine children of her waves.
I’m broken, fatigued, to weak to move.

Then in all the fights and rolls,
She picks me out, raises me up.
Throws me high upon her back and takes me beach ward.
Lifted, loaded, moved and landed.
She brings forth smiles and raging laughs.
From aching toes to pounding head.
Unto her waves, all time and heart are lost, forlorn.
Like distanced, parted, time split lovers.
For my Praia Amodo.
Until we’re next together, I morn.

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