It’s the patience of water

that wears the stone

the insistent drop-drop

the persistent splatter

as the weak

conquers the strong.

Wait and be still

as silence comes alive

in a language

that no words can describe.

Sitting at the sea

watching the waves roll

and the clouds turn

as the sky shelters all

in it’s touchless embrace.

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