Tidal

Slowly, with the rise
Gently, with the fall
As the crisp cold draws
Closer to the end of it flow.
Failing, falling, fearing the ebb
Withdrawing back to the sea
Where it once came from.
Frothing with fury
As it leaps forward
Stretching onward
Only to continue
With its cycle.
Continuous,
Tidal

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