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In my hands
the
fallen dew
the morning
sky
has wept for you.
Dancing upon the sea,
To the song of the Leviathan am I.
Your face smiles at me from the shore
I watch as you dip your toes in water
and wade out into the blue embrace.
The suns rays peer through the water
searching.
For memories of your grace.

— The End —