The water of the sea,
Clear and blue.
Where it begins and where it ends,
Leaves no clue.
The water keeps moving,
Hour after hour, and day after day.
Travelling a limitless path,
Forgetting its way.
As the water ascends the shore,
It gets aggressive more and more.
Carrying along pebbles, shells and sand,
Splashing on the rock, surprising the lathergic land.
Dashing hard on the sleeping rock,
The resting rock, recovering from the shock.
Giving the sleeping land a bath,
The water retraces back its path!!
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