I looked at it again.
The rock has cradled the waves
in its womb.
Beneath its structure,
the soft and gentle memories
of life has its roots
beyond the pages of time.
The afternoon has since silenced
the seas, and the sun has vowed
to leave once more.
I looked at it again.
I looked at it again.
Will it ever look at me
again, as well?
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