the world, an ocean,
full of waves,
with each one differing,
unique;
it's too much for
one mind complete,
but of those waves we know,
we speak
so little time
upon the shore,
with just the rhythm
of the sea
the world, an ocean,
full of waves,
that come and go,
like you
and me
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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