An Ocean of Possibilities

The ocean,

so large and full of mystery,

such as a new day,

for you, or for me.

The waves,

they tumble over one another

like the many ways,

we often find eachother. 

My motivation for my very existence, 

is that I get to see you,

when the day finds its meniscus.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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