It returned to me
My high tide
And I darted ahead
With my waters far and wide
He stood tall as always
And as always
I crashed at his feet
Again breaking in a cry
A terrible try
My tides mellow soon
My calmer waters complain
And cry of the playing moon
I’d gain my high again
Volatile with energy
I’ll jump high in vain
Yet
What else would a sea do
But to try that one embrace
That a tight one
That at the high cliff?
5 comments:
i got this one completely...unlike others..or most of them
nice thought.. :))
beautifully expressed.. :)
beautifully expressed.
Thanks everyone :)
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