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Water.

An ebbing of tides

flowing to insatiable vastness,

the ever taunting malcontent

of a wearisome soul.

Lulled by nature’s melodies

lost by its faint eternal glow,

a sacredness of peace

I glean.


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    • Aww shucks, thanks! πŸ˜€ But the sad reality is really that Samantha just has been uninspired lately from a blogging point of view, therefore leaving me to have to fill in the gaps… πŸ˜‰

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