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Oct 2019
The sun comes up each morning
Every time the same
Yet it is so beautiful

Waves roar almost on repeat
Only subtle are the differences
Though it easily draws me in

Clouds drift in the sky at such a slow pace
Having little care for shape or form
But can entertain humans for generations

Why am I so worried?
Written by
Levi  25/Cisgender Male/Sydney, Australia
(25/Cisgender Male/Sydney, Australia)   
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