kind of like
temperamental
It's all about change
I step on at one end
of the vast sea of sand
and let it take me, like ice
Tip-toeing across the water,
chasing a vanishing shore.
I walk quite alone,
except for the sea
Others walk alone too,
so far away they look small.
How many poems of the sea
can one write?
How many poems of the sea are there?
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