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Jun 2020
Clouds above water flew,
Wonder how the tides flows?
Bringing the past or the future.

By jetty I stood ,
just to comprehend,
the up and down of tides.
To hear the splashing.
To see the rippling.

High tide brings the freshness.
Low tide reviews the decays.

Whether the tides are
An ending or
a beginning?

Life still continue at the swamp.
Written by
Leong Min Sing  55/M/Singapore
(55/M/Singapore)   
55
   Isaac
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