As I stand on the beach at the seaside
With my feet planted firmly on the wet sand
The tide rises
The waves wash my feet
And take back with them
Some of the sand around me
But they can't pull away
The sand underneath my feet
I stand firmly rooted to the spot
Looking at the horizon
And wondering when I should let go
When will I be ready to move on?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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