Stones of the sea.

Good days come and go,

like rains

it dries up.

we struggle long,

but find our ways back.

We are not just means,

but evidence of actions that goes through minds.

Today I smile,

but tomorrow I snooze my emotions to the world,

that which never came to my rescue.

We are two seeds from different trees.

whose joy find winds more appealing than our own branches,

and let the leaves drop and dry

just like rains do.

We smile and dance with the sun,

even after it sets…

our music never stops.

We are what we are..

The stones of the sea.

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