Its boundary

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The evening wind

Viscous and moist

Headed to the edge

It did not stay

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The infinite sea

Rolling dunes of sands

Rushes away as

It chases the waves

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A balance of blue

Flowing beneath the surface

It rises and grow

Stumbled and fall

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Specks within green

Entangled in frenzy

Headed for destruction

Both meets the end