Alon
We are waves that bob across the oceans and seas of life.
Sometimes, we kiss someone's soft sandy shores, imprinting evanescent marks, digging through their depth. Eventually, we have to flow away and carry ourselves to seas and rivers and foreign shores.
Sometimes, we dance with the calm and rough winds alike, forming Picasso artworks painted on waters by waters. How difficult it is to bump with other waves, whose contradicting directions bump us and push us. At the end of the day, despite the clashes, we all glisten under the mellow moonlight.
Sometimes, we hit rocks and cliffs, forming sculptures that no hands can ever make. The impact of collision chip away every unnecessary grain, making our droplets fly like misty dewdrops in a cold dawn. They lose a part of them, and parts of us, creating the wholeness incomparable to any work of art.
We are waves... constantly ebbing... constantly moving... going back and forth to streams and seas and to oceans...
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We are ephemeral waves that can leave marks to every shore or rock or cliff along the way.
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