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Only the ocean knows that the waves are not waves.
You’s and I’s are just waves, waves that don’t know the truth.
Waves of emotion, waves of thought
Waves of life and death.
Like one single breath that comes and goes.
How much can it know?
When one wave meets another,
there is so much mystery.
Ones a lover, or maybe a spirit
on a quest to conquer.
Another a liar, that burns like fire.
Waves in an endless ball of forms.
Never really knowing, just being.
Or pretending to be this or that.
Others singing songs of the wave
they once were.
Dreamers dreaming of the wave,
they would love to see.
How would it be, if all the waves
all the seas , knew what for them
is pure impossibility.
They are not the reality,
of the oceans universality,
Eliberocelta oct 2011.
edit on 13-10-2011 by ancientthunder because: missing title