Pain flows uphill, slow as shadowed streams,
Each step a burden, each breath a sigh,
Yet in the stillness where salt winds gleam,
The waves, like whispers, catch and reply.
The Oceanside hums with an ancient tune,
A lullaby sung to the restless heart,
Healing unfolds beneath the pale moon,
In the sea’s soft touch, all grief departs.
Health rises gently, a sun...
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