Arriving at where we started
A new wave came,
And a stone was born
Here, we are discovered and lost
Yet the sun child waits for the song of summer
Carried by the wind, kissing the sands forever.
As light detaches itself
the day collapses and
Gathers the fragments of stones and waves
The sands preserve our scars
and scatter our deaths to the sea.
Yet we find ourselves here
Arriving at where we started.
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