Even now,
the lake
still feels empty of water—
though it’s a lake.
Even now, it’s the sea’s water
that the eyes drift toward.
Even now, they compare it
to mountain water.
Even now, there’s longing
for the water of a home.
Still, it feels like there’s strength left.
Still, it feels like something is missing.
Still, there’s no confidence.
Even now, it keeps trying
to become an ocean.
Though...
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