The Ocean Flow
I wake up to the sun
I go outside to the ocean
as the waves flow in one motion
Hearing nothing but the waves
Splish, splash
as the ocean flow so fast
Relaxing on the beach
having no one to teach
All alone with the ocean
as I speak to the ocean
Waiting for the ocean to speak back
Splik, splish, splash
as the ocean would say
There is nothing left
so I should stay until my death.
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