Fold
We all live on some earth; between oceans and under skies
that burn brightly with the hopes of human hearts.
We all stand on the shoreline from time to time;
ships sailing along the horizon, boats heading inland
and home.
We all listen to the waves folding inward;
with no time to spare, heads hide from the glare
of the arching sun.
We are all bound by unstoppable time;
as day folds into night, you’ll find the sky
still burns brightly.
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