The ocean crawls
to meet the sand
its touch is gentle
on both my hands.
Animals bathe
in the dark of the moon
they know its coming
and it'll be soon.
The rocks shiver
and the rocks shake
for they are aware
of the coming quake.
Gravity dives
and the moon pulls
the waves who're scared
and the animals who're still.
But I am not the ocean.
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