Sketching on the coast

Sea, hills and sound,
shapes and shadows
ever changing.
Battered by wind,
warmed by sun,
imprinted on my mind,
encompassed by my soul.

Now on pages formed,
in colours warm and cool,
marks of varying kind,
strong and gentle,
dashes and curves,
long lines and less.
All strive to reveal
that which surrounds me,
without and within.
Now to act as a prompt to recall
that on which I gazed
and tried to express.

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