Sitting beside the sea,
I count the ripples
coming towards the shore.
When I begin counting
a ripple comes rushing
and disturbs my counting.
The process goes on
I heard the hiatus is love
between the ripples and counting.
You merge and become wave,
despite failure, I'll continue,
Perhaps one day, you'll have no sway.
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