My soul stills, No waves of emotions. The waters are smooth, Without ripples. There's a softness, Yet sadness as well. The moon casts his shadow, Across the surface. Light breaking through, Still no movement. Just calmness. Will I drift into oblivion? Or feel the beating of my soul, Coming back, As the shore calls me home? Will the moon follow? Or concentrate, On what is still
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