A thought a second
A halt I reckoned
When little becomes more than a breeze on a sunny day
That rolls ashore
One word hides more
Than what was ever said before
A wave rising endlessly
Clear still undefined
Near though undermined
All too many drops in the sea
So why can’t it be me
But I don’t have the faintest clue
What will ever be one day
Crystal blue or never ending gray
A way to say:
There you are
Something still anything
Few though many things
A thought a second
A start I reckoned
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