Cycles

Many lifetimes later,

I stumble across

A familiar shoreline.

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I forgot that my soul

Is a fractal of the ocean

Longing for itself.

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I am the periodic tide

On its merry-go-round

Of birth and death.

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I rise and surge before

The fall into my common

Origin with the waves.

© nightdawnday
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