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A heart like an ocean tide,
Starting from cool and rough sand,
Sent gently out to sea as to expand:
For a time lost in a whirlpool’s current,
Mind confused by salty deterrents,
But found again outside it’s grasps,
Gently flowing and folding back,
To the beginning,
A solid ground of sentiment,
Longing for the same arms to hold it.
Starting from cool and rough sand,
Sent gently out to sea as to expand:
For a time lost in a whirlpool’s current,
Mind confused by salty deterrents,
But found again outside it’s grasps,
Gently flowing and folding back,
To the beginning,
A solid ground of sentiment,
Longing for the same arms to hold it.