Eyes of rich soil, met the waves of the ocean.
Rhythm met between them and made a mess of blue,
Caught in each others motion, mixed and blurred the lines of two.
Soil and water sprouted life, and gathered back in to two.
They met their purpose, laid back and withdrew.
There was nothing left, no energy gathered, no energy to undue,
The earth and water met, just to make life that quickly blossomed and out grew.
The flowers turned into seeds, with no nutrients left to stew.
The ground unfed, and the ocean is back in two,
Mixing two colors leave a mess, and hearts are left broken.
So leave the sand on the beach, and don't bring soil to the ocean.
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The Man Who Lived Behind The Sun
Poetry...the story of love, and being ripped apart by realizing that having a family wasn't quite in the cards. Falling from the love you found happiness in, but soon came to realize you came just a bit too short in everything you have done to keep holdin...
