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The sea grows quiet before the tide decides,While every sailor studies the wind.A gentle breeze can carry every hopeful sail,But stubborn storms keep anchors buried deep.
The market waits, not for noise, but for the direction of the wind.
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Poem: When the Tide Returns
The Market’s Tide
The River Finds Its Course
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