backwash

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I swum far from shore

Swept out by a tidal rush

New tropical waters

Came in over my head


Surfing through swells

Liberated from life

A tranquil paradise

Free from land and worry


But seas shift rapidly

Waves crest and crash

That once perfect ocean

Turned to rough waters


I lay there alone

Praying for a lifeboat

Isolate in the ocean

Thoughts of golden sand


The backwash came

With open arms

Embracing me back home

To the comfort of shore

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