Awash
And always, at our backs,
We hear time's fleet footsteps
Running after us —
These incessantly racing waves,
Chasing, chasing, chasing,
Trying, feverishly, desperately, futilely,
To catch up with our breaths,
As we lie fast asleep,
Awash in our unhurried love.
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