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Aug 2016
Sitting, quietly, seaside
I was with you, yes, you
Of the shiningly black hair
Glistening, seemingly with every
Ray drop of sunlight and every
Tide of wave swam ashore
And I was there
Gazing, silently, ocean
Expanding endlessly beyond vision
We were holding each other’s hands
It felt good holding your hands
Catching minute glimpses of your eyes
Watching the vast everblue
Fearful and scared of the future
But still beautiful; exuding allure
Even after all this time
Because I’ll never get tired of the ocean
No matter if it speaks every word carefully
And lies the next sentence
I’ll never hate the ocean
Even when I drown or spent years
Swimming, shallow, waters
Chie
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Chie  PH
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   Geetha Jayakumar and Stephan
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