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My restless soul has found
it's final resting place,
where the trail of footsteps end,
at the edge of the warm white sand.
Here the water rolls to meet me,
touch my spirit with their knowledge,
as the whispering waves have led me
to their arms, they’re calling me.
And I walk into their rhythm
where the tides us re-unite,
merging in this written moment
at the very start of time.