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July 15, 2013

A little more

Through the high tide
 I assumed I could touch the moon
The tide turned low
I realized where I stood.

Longing for rains
I missed its beauty
The floods tagged along
I realized life has all the tastes
not just sweet.


What man desires,
may not always be what he requires.
The urge for more never ceases.
there is more to life
                                  Than what meets the eyes                                  

Is not the horizon beautiful?
Where the waters meet the skies.

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