One day fingered her name on sandy grains;
Waves followed running, heaving and washing it off;
Again as I wrote her name, chirr led on grains sandy;
So, time this tides entered followed and absolved it off;
So, I wrote her name in my heart;
Found no waves no tides running, heaving warning it off;
Soon I found love in a heart wanting;
Neither waves nor surface but only a suitable place.
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