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A poem with a meaning attached to it.

The full moon looks down tonight

Upon the waves rising, powerful and majestic

It is that gravity, that pull

Which makes the waves more stately.

The sea gulls, they fly south

Rows and rows of birds visible in the sky

The dark sky, the ominous sky

Drowns the birds as they fly past.

The footprints in the sand

They speak of a long journey undertaken

But now, they disappear under the lofty waves

As the traveller too moves on.

The darkening sky, the rising tide

The dissolution of signs of life beneath them

When utter chaos reigns and light is nowhere visible

It is indeed that, which brings the traveler home.