Poem: Anew

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Anew

The tide goes out.
Rivulets of sand left behind dry,
and collapse,
waiting for the new tide to rise,
destroy the shadowed remains,
and create the world anew.

About this poem

My version of life 101. Things get destroyed. Things begin again. There’s magic in it.

Tom

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