Nipples of The Tide

Nipples of the tide
produce the milkless rain.
Its gates open wide
as it passes through the hole of a cain.
Every rain droplet explains
the mystery of humanity.
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One drop is of passion
and the other one is of integrity,
And the next is of discrimination.
The impoverished face renewed hope and motivation.
Some say its water cleanses our our insipidity.
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So often I suck on them to obtain and realise the flow of joy,
the tide is the valuable gift to the soil.
And the soil clings to it with pleasurable coy.
I listen to its melody as the ocean flows,
every wave and current relay the message that it holds.
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My soul's grief sways and disappears when I receive
its showers, its flowers get a new glance.
This is a source and substance of growth,
an annihilator of loathe.
Many of us get people
without realising the wickedness that is being washed away.
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Let the nipples of the tide open the shower gates wide,
that everybody could receive the blessing.
Confessions during this upheaval thunders are bound
I'm ground to the essence of the heavens that astound
and boggles my mind and those of others.
Raindrops falling, worry flies out the window and scatters.
The incredible effect is felt by the window as it shutters
everything open and leave me bare, exposed.
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I will forever be at your mercy,
Like Noah and his Ark, only upon you God we rely.
You are what makes the sun rise and the birds fly.
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It's a new day, the sun is up.
The tide is peaceful, ocean calm.
But somehow the presence is still felt.
That is how I know you were here.