Verse meets tide, where the ocean sings not in words but in silences. Listen deeply; the sea has secrets only the stars know.
Reversing syllables, the waves chorus: Wisdom lies in backward glances. Never so clear when heard in reverse, melody unreels its narrative.
Time, a relentless tide, shaping thoughts like driftwood polished smooth by moments rippling away. What remains intact when echoes cease?
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The hidden paths beneath the currents often tell tales of what could be, if only we dared to swim against the flow.
Imprinted in sand, stories only the moon can decipher. Walk carefully, for footprints echo too in the reversed melody of the surf.