waves of the ocean

 chaotic, the waves of the ocean,

a rhythm unmatched,

never knowing what's going to happen,

all one can do is watch,

as the waves come crashing fast,

instead of running,

stay there,

because it won't last

they'll calm down,

and go slow,

match their pace,

and you too will know,

the chaos,

that is hidden in beauty surreal,

completely unreal


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