My Old Friend The push and pull of the waves, The sounds of serenity claims That when I am at the darling place where the sand meets the water... It calls for me like an old friend longing to talk. If I leave, will I ever return? Would anyone miss me if I just allowed the water to take me? Would the ocean be so kind as to give me but the air I need but still surround my body in water? These are the question I ponder looking out the window on my journey to the sea.
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