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Life is a ceaseless tide, ebbing and flowing between joy and sorrow, unity and solitude. In its rhythmic dance, we often seek meaning, a tether to steady us amidst the waves. This poem explores the quiet truths that bind us to ourselves, to others, and to the vast, unknowable expanse of existence. It aims to soothe the soul while stirring thought, offering a reflection on the transient beauty of being.

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A single leaf upon the stream,
Adrift between the pull of dreams,
The sun may warm, the winds may tear,
Yet still it flows, it does not care.

Each wave that lifts, each trough that falls,
A silent answer to life’s calls,
What seems a chaos, wild, unplanned,
Is but the dance of Time’s own hand.

We grasp at stars, we clutch at sand,
Yet neither lingers in our hand.
For what is ours was never meant
To stay—it’s here, then softly spent.

But in the flow, the quiet hum,
A thousand whispers softly come:
You are the sea, the tide, the shore,
A fleeting part of something more.

So when the night feels cold, unkind,
And doubt creeps softly through your mind,
Remember this—the tides recede,
But always rise, when life has need.

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Life is both fleeting and eternal, a paradox we must embrace. Though the tides may sweep us away, they also bring us back to shores we never dreamed we’d find. Within this flow, we are not lost but carried, part of a rhythm far greater than our fleeting fears. Let us find peace in the tides, for they remind us that change is not the end but the essence of being.

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