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The land is cold and windy…
The waves in the distant horizon
Resonate in this shoreline…
Resonate memories…
Of the distant horizon
The trudge has been long…
The sands fill in
And I feel the drag
Still I need to trudge on
The deep water beckons
To douse into its deep reaches
To become one with the past
Fragrance of fresh blossoms waft thro’ the air
I turn to realize…
I fill my pocket with some sand
And turn to walk away…
Away, still not away from
The Resonating waves
Of the distant coast.
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