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The Majestic One



Pirouetting upwards upwards in swirls within her boundless bosom

The dusky, silent ocean swells from the depths of her serene form

Bursting at her surface to be suddenly taken by a storm

As the roaring winds entangle in her tresses long

Causing zillions of drops in millions of waves. ..

Each an avatar of her majestic self.


Like a Goddess she laughs through each glistening drop

To see herself thus.

At once the drop, and the frivolous wave, at once the eternal ocean bed

Who dances and who rests

Who entangles and who entangled

Who the lover and who beloved


What difference does it make?

If at all a difference there is to be made?

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