Confluence

Where the Atlantic and Pacific meet,
Their waters kiss and softly greet,
A gentle merge, a quiet flow,
Two mighty currents, combine and grow.

The Atlantic whispers of adventurous tales,
Of distant shores and endless sails,
Its waves a song of time and place,
A steady beat, a secure embrace.

The Pacific, vast and wild,
A fierce heart, a warrior’s child,
It rushes forth with boundless might,
Defending all within its sight.

And here, where borders cease to be,
They blend in perfect harmony.
And in their union, worlds combine,
Their waves, a dance on the shoreline.

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