The Fragrance of Another Realm
A poem
The ocean is so wide, yet, we
only see it from a tiny beach
and imagine that’s all there is.
And when we stroll along the
sand, we forget our potential,
like the landscape reaches
far to cover the earth and flow
with the seas. Sometimes,
it’s wise to gather sea glass
under your own patch of sky.
At others, though, the soul
wants to roam fresh pastures
and bathe in foreign climbs,
taste life anew, and rest
under the fragrance of another
realm.
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