The waves of the ocean clash against the shore,
Their path begins with the air's gentle roar.
Their brief journey ends on the sandy floor,
Where they resemble the ocean's heartbeat once more.
Like the ocean's pulse, they're alive and strong,
Connected to every breath, all day long.
They reflect the sky's colors, a vibrant hue,
And listen to stories, as they're told anew.
They bury their secrets deep within their core,
And respond with every breath, forever more.
Their journey is a fleeting, ephemeral thing,
Yet they're a constant reminder of life's ebb and flow.
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