Waves whisper along the sand,
The sun melts far away.
The sky, as if forged from fire,
Gives light for a fleeting day.
Gold in the palms of water,
Quietly sinking, slightly trembling.
The sea—a flight of eternity,
The whole world rests upon its hand.
Look—life is like a splash:
Bright, swift, yet not eternal.
The sunset fades, the day disappears,
But in the soul—it's immortal.
Though the light retreats into the dark,
A gleam remains in heart, a flame in thought.
Tomorrow, the sun will rise again,
Yet it will never be the same as before.
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