beyond ocean, the river bank
swells, as the depth beats it's waves
so do the crushing of the tide.
So be it known, lies uncommon and
common too are one and the same
at the eye of the sky.
The clouds feel,
so do the ebb waning,
drifting and in the horizon,
in one glance, may prove
the sky kisses whatever it is beneath.
A land, more seas, or some fare well traveller.
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