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Jul 2013
The ocean comes in
The ocean pulls out
And here I lay,
In the quiet - in the dark

The moon shines
And the dog barks
And here I lay,
Alone - in the dark

In a small world,
I feel even smaller
Always living, always unsure

This life we live
What does it mean?
What is my purpose?
What should I glean?

Under bright stars,
Under big trees,
This is my perspective.
This is my plea.

I am small,
I am weak,
I am still,
I am me.

I lay in bed
And listen to thee,
The ocean that sways
And rocks me to sleep.
Evelyn Fried
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Evelyn Fried
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