Like the sky overhead,
We rise above all.
Like the ocean behind,
The rain doesn’t lead to our fall.
Rough tides sometimes,
Otherwise calm as a monk.
Clouds coming and going
But what we have stays strong.
Maybe someday a perpetual tsunami will rock us,
Or the blazing sun will dry us out,
But till then till then
You’re the oyster
I’m your pearl.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC
Like the sky overhead,
We rise above all.
Like the ocean behind,
The rain doesn’t lead to our fall.
Rough tides sometimes,
Otherwise calm as a monk.
Clouds coming and going
But what we have stays strong.
Maybe someday a perpetual tsunami will rock us,
Or the blazing sun will dry us out,
But till then till then
You’re the oyster
I’m your pearl.
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