• The Ocean

    I donʼt want to leave you, Ocean.
                 But if I try to hold you
                 You will slip through my hands.
    We belong together, Ocean and me
         Yet, we each “are”.
    There is nothing else like you, Ocean.
                You donʼt worry about dressing up
                You donʼt think about style
                     Youʼre beautiful in all weather
                     Your color is always perfect
                     Your sounds bring me peace
                     Your constancy removes my fear
                           Your buoyancy removes my pain
                                 Your purposefulness gives me strength.
    Thank you for always “being there”.
          Thank you that I can count on you.
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