Before I existed,
I was a beautiful, blue fog.
I covered villages, supplying an eerie calm.
Before you existed,
You were a sick, whimpering breeze.
You blew me away, despite your weakness.
Away, into the mountains,
To be born again,
As an infant, then boy, then man.
One day I will be a stone.
A small man will happen upon me,
Pick me up, and throw me into you,
The ocean. A wave. The salty,
Strong gusts.
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