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The beach seems calm,

waves crashing continuously.

The water beats against the rocks.

It can be majectic at times.

Sometimes though,

those waves pound violently.

Breaking against the foundation,

the sands and rock wither away.

Piece by piece,

the majectic sights can

vanish quickly.

The piece of heaven,

that haven that you had,

can become a restless

battleground.

Peace cannot be found there.

The aftermath is crippling.

Shaking you to your core.

You yearn to find

what you once had.

And you will do anything

to get it back.

To have that sun on the horizon,

and the water like a sea of glass.

I yearn for it too.