When you see the careless abandon of the waves of the sea,
How they write their secrets as they crash into the shore,
But draw away quickly when you run towards them,
When they come crashing back, it feels soft, welcoming and complete when they touch your feet,
But then you learn a lesson or two,
About how the wind tastes like the memory,
And the sand feels like a friend,
Often leaving with the water but coming back eventually.
Nessa 🖤🖤🖤
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