Ocean Circulation

My heart is like the ocean,

It longs to rush and fall,

It rages o’er joyously,

For no reason at all.

Designed in perfect rhythm,

But chaos imitates,

The swell of air and glassy green,

In varying estates.

In wild it reigns harmoniously,

On-lookers it pays naught,

In arms it takes possession,

And looses what is caught.

A plain of sheer affection,

Tumultuous and fast,

Touching every future,

And ebbing back the past.


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