Tides,
Tides.
You are looking as human lives.
Sometimes mounting up with the great power and strength,
Sometimes dissipate in complete peace,
tendering us as the whispers of leaves.
Who can measure you
And explain
These variations of accesses and recesses,
These ascends and descends,
Up and down
These rhythms, melodies and symphony
Of sea and human perception and mind?
The tides
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