like the rhythms of those
Waves as they crash
and crash on the shore
Forth and back and back and forth.
Like the push and pull of the tide,
We are happy to leave and happy to arrive.
Lost at sea by the touch of your hand,
a drop of water lost in the sand.
Knowing I'll evaporate and rise to the sky
We are happy to live and happy to die.
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