Ocean
Waves rise, waves fall.
I feel my chest rise, I feel my chest fall.
My breath tangles with the ocean breeze,
The sand digs into my knees.
I knelt down on the shore,
In hopes that it will help my mind soar.
Mind goes blank, its an empty slate,
I worry no more what's on my plate.
Out with the old, in with the new,
I'm greatful for what the ocean grew.
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