Life is like the ocean, swim to create the forms of your dreams,
which surrounds the silvery-sea.
Not to cross the sea-weeds,
driven by the cold journey.
Dancing tides and thundered hike
will toss you in the mourning air,
try to throw you beside the shore, like
a motionless pebble without any care.
Dive in deep with single brain,
until the silence is gained again.
The whole brine will tend to shrink you,
infinite silence of the sky will
try to make your capillary blue.
swim, not float like a cold-blood in the flood,
to feel the journey's emotions
offering as a life's best glad.
Dedicated soul finally bath within azure water,
when into the saline-sea, the sacred river
pour its sucrosal sap.
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