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The crest of the tide rises high and swells.

A unified wall,

Our bond forged.

Though we froth and fume and crash,

And disengage,

With time, we are one again!

The ebb of the tide-

A time for retrospection,

The gentle lapping up,

A sentimental nudge down memory lane!

Sometimes we revive merrily,

While others surrender our reveries to

This ceaseless ocean.

The divine stars rise up above,

The nightfall dark and bright!

The gentle breeze caressing

Our faults, and

Lost in our embrace,

The sky parts ways,

And we are awake

In our new reality.

Our life, our love, our pain,

Submitted to eternity,

We get better at what we lost,

Or we foray like never before.

But what was, what is, and what will be??

Wasn’t I swallowed by the sea?

Sangeetha 6/5/08