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RE: Digital art by @xpilar" Write a short poem about the picture and you will be rewarded"
to form and even stronger tide.
I wondered if my sorry followed this pattern,
If the deadening I felt left only to become more powerful,
If recovery was just a bait, a decoy.
But lo, my reckoning was wrong, the rescinding wave was pure beauty,
It knows no sorry,
It is as free as the wind,
It takes many forms and navigates terrains.
The rescinding tides should be me,
and knowing this, I have no sorrow.
As even the rocks or this island can’t hold the waters even with their girth,
No pains should hold me down.