Coming to and fro,
I the only beholder on the riverside;
Picking up small stones through
My feet and then turning them into sand when coming back beside;
I put these sand particles onto my palm;
Peering long at how they became,
The scene bade me calm.
Standing up, alas, my feet were lame.
A wave took advantage on the spot;
She held me to her bosom
To instantly bring me back like a sand particle.
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