Very Lucky To Be By The Sea. Free Therapy!
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
He is the Sea.
He is the tumultuous ocean, The twisting, rolling sea That feigns a certain gentleness Until its rage breaks free So vast and so unending And limitless in worth I took him once for granted As I wandered through the surf. Without the tumulus ocean Without its rolling seas Without the tide that tosses me And never sets me free The arid, fallow earth would crack Beneath my burning feet Reminding me of which I lost And dried up with the heat But salt leaves me to languish No sweetness he can quench Time will only tell from here If love can fill this trench.
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