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Foot prints on the sea

Infinity the eyes behold the ocean
At a distance the sky clinches the sea
Utopia it feels..

As prodigious ships return, others start sailing off
To wander in the vast sea space,
With no foot prints left behind to trace.

Worry not O soul, and let the waves lead
Trust them, for Mortals they always guide home
Be still, and let it sail
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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