Small waves, huge waves
thunderous in their sweep
Whether how strong, always there is a wave
No time is there, when there is none
every one different from the other
not a single one is divided
The wave lands on the beach
but it does not cease to be
Changing form, receding back
It does not get smaller
every time it hits the sand
the incoming waves reveals
the ocean's majesty
By then receding from within
it restores the ocean's glory
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