Salt
There is an ocean
in each one of us
all our lives,
it will never cease flowing
When a child is born
Or when a man dies
The latter pierces like thorn
The former, refreshing like sunrise
Man has learned to fly
But not above this sea
So one day when you cry
I hope you find your peace.
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