the ocean I saw
Now when I struggle
the paths
of my own makings
I search you
as I stride hard
some time you lost
I stumbled
to reach to your arms
I ask my self
who I am
as you breath
close too fast
the soft of your words
you spoke
when I waivered
the sighs
hidden at
I speak to
when I see
the horizon
I search
till I retire
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