written by: The tide of a breeze

Ocean waters travel to different levels never seen while children play in sand at a beach

aware/unaware, the children dig and dream.

While a world rises and falls; ebb/flood/stall

the children grow and accept or deny reality.

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In just a few short moments the dynamics, tricky as tricky can be

without announcement or fanfare

have yet again

changed.

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i am glad it is

this way.