The tumultuous ocean was fighting the rain back.
Did I just perceive it as a fight,
Or it's just their way of relating with might?
The wind, albeit strong and erratic,
Served as the conduit for the dense scent of the tropics.
And A-Ha, I was alone,
Was it only me getting the sea's invitation ?
And how could I really refuse,
This invite of nature that I might soon lose?
I ran on the now alive warm sand,
And soon enough I reached the ocean...
Oh, I swam as near as the ocean floor,
Then I rose up above and perceived a big open door...
A door between my very soul,
And the generous nature but most of all:
A DOOR BETWEEN MYSELF AND ME...
I REALIZED I JUST HAVE TO LET ME BE.
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