hand slips from grip...
grasping onto
those moments
sparkling in rays of light
that reach into
the heart of the sea
fallen moments
below the water's surface
rest in the flow...
are secure
in the cool moist depths
beyond today's breaths
knowledge sinks
into the heart
that neither
hand, nor paw,
nor tendril, nor claw,
nor fin, nor rocky
precipice can hold on to
something ever changing
it's the bold who
love ever change...
the wise who love that
which remains
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