Infant of the Ocean

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we stood at shore
our dark hair settling
from the zephyr that had passed
and he swept away
the sand-encrusted strand
from my forehead and warned
me to not go too far
as I plunged
into the unknown
further and further
and I could feel the grasp
of his strong fingers
barely hanging on
as I was dragged in
and he let me go
into the illuminating sea





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