Shaken, Not Stirred
declare, as one may
inevitable
tides ebb, wash away
denigrations laid
plays to influence
which mar; regardless
struck countenance truth
itself pliable
fluid, in essence
yet stands as substance
declare, as one may
inevitable
tides ebb, wash away
denigrations laid
plays to influence
which mar; regardless
struck countenance truth
itself pliable
fluid, in essence
yet stands as substance
Life's Poetic Essence 
Just like a tides, always shifting and changing. Beautifully said, my friend.
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Just like the tides, I mean. ^_^
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