Those red tides.
and oncoming crests,
washing away the sand in spades,
slipping out, right under our gaze.
Those passing jet streams
Propelling us along to our dreams.
Hoping we reach near and far,
and maybe one day, soar among the stars.
Those fiery blazes.
Fuelling our insatiable gazes,
stoking and feeding our smolder,
so that, one day our fire may burn bolder.
Those stable roots,
Always reminding us of our broods,
No matter, the sand lost between our boots,
lighting our way, no matter its moods,
as we blaze away along this selfish pursuit
So that, once day we may scream in cahoots,
that we shall be remembered, no matter the feuds.
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