The Pride of a Wave

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Like raging waves, my life moves on,
Toward the darkened shore of death.
Sometimes calm in silent peace,
Sometimes storm with savage breath.
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Near the shore I lose my roar,
Slowly fading evermore.
As I retreat from mortal sand,
I write farewell with trembling hand.
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“Never again shall I return,”
My dying waters softly mourn.
Then I vanish into foam,
Like a soul that leaves its home.
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Once I rose, a drop of light,
From the deep sea’s womb of night.
I saw the moon, the burning sun,
And dreamed my freedom had begun.
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I fell in love with wandering wind,
Currents carried me within.
Through endless waters I was led,
Toward the shore all beings dread.
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Seasons clothed me bright with pride,
Beauty crowned my rising tide.
Thus I grew both fierce and vain,
Drunk upon my fleeting reign.
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Seeking gold with blinded eyes,
I drowned ships beneath the skies.
Islands faded by my hand,
Lost forever in the sand.
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Near the coral pearls below,
Where pure mermaid spirits glow,
I stained innocence with sin,
Yet never held remorse within.
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Still I thought no fate or loss
Could ever break my strength across.
Yet while kissing death’s cold shore,
I broke like foam and was no more.
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Still beyond my dying breath,
Waves keep racing after death.
One must fall for one to rise -
Thus the endless ocean sighs.

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