It starts only as a whisper
From a distance, under your breath
Unheard, it becomes lost in time
But never to sleep, never to lie
Quietly pushing forward, on its own time
Patience, cradled closely against its chest
The warmth of a heartbeat, bringing life
Until the sound of a fallen leaf gently touching the ground
Sets in motion a convergence of time
A long journey home, it begins
While I stand still, silently holding my breath
Waiting for the sea swell to arrive
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