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Fear, like an ant collects and stores
for the dubious days, ever active
can only take little that becomes massive
direct look, sitting by side, together on shores
The abode of animals fits their size,
humans encompass more in the mind
but both have entrance in their kind
to find an opening in you is my prize
You're not the rain, so unpredicted
not the breeze or any other evaporations
of nature, but the ocean-tide that amounted
any sand on shore, fought and tied relations.
You got a lot to offer, never fully satiated
the moor, fen, crag and torrent of your passions.
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