The Sea
The sea remembers what we forget -
The sunken dreams, the last regret.
It keeps the secrets of the deep,
The words we never dared to speak.
It wears the moon upon its skin,
And hides the storms that rage within.
It kisses shores, then slips away,
Yet bringing something every day.
It takes our sorrows, lets them go,
And gives us more than we can know.
The sea does not explain the tide -
It simply moves, with worlds inside.
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