The sea and the shore

I stood frozen in time
Helpless. Pushed as the shore.
The sea, didn't belong to me,
Yet, I dared to touch its foam
The shells lying around lured me
I knew I was cursed.
Yet, I felt the sea through my skin
There came this moment,
I surrendered to the sea
I fell for it.
I knew it came with a price,
Little did I know the sea would suffer
Little did I want to see it in pain
For, a shore can be near the sea
But it's destiny is to love it from afar.
The moon jeered at me
Yet, the benign sun took care with its warmth.
While the sea could shed its tears in pain
The shore knew it had nothing to grieve
The sea never could be his
The sea would remain its muse
The only thing that the shore hoped was:
For the sea to wash its pain in its shore.

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