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Dec 4
Until seagulls cry in the salted air,
Until grains of sand slip like time through my fingertips,
Until bright corals shimmer, painting the ocean floor with light,
Until the waves carve my name into their deep blue fabric,
Until my breath dissolves into the whispers of the sea,
I will not be in peace.

Until the tide pulls me into its timeless embrace,
Until the sun sets, casting its warmth upon my fading soul,
Until the moon’s shine is fused into the fabric of my soul,
Until my heart beats in rhythm with the ocean’s eternal pulse,
I will not be whole.
Mira
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