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The waves whisper to me, calling me to the soft sand.
The water sweeps over my feet, surrounds where I stand.
The breeze caresses my face, whips my hair.
The wind encloses my body, acknowledging I'm there.
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I was the young age of three,
and oh, so very small.
I knew almost nothing,
nothing at all.
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A million stars up in the sky
one shines brighter I can't deny
A love so precious a love so true
a love that comes from me to you
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The Calling
The waves whisper to me, calling me to the soft sand.
The water sweeps over my feet, surrounds where I stand.
The breeze caresses my face, whips my hair.
The wind encloses my body, acknowledging I'm there.
The clouds clotting out the sun, turning gray with anger.
The sky no longer blue, a clear warning of danger.
The rain pelting my skin, as cold as ice.
The water seeping in my bones, undeniably concise.
The world calling to me, pulling me out.
The atmosphere thicker, it's my sorrow no doubt.
The waves grew higher, crashed over my head.
The breath blown away, unmistakably dead.
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