Waves

The waves crash and roar,
As they break endlessly upon the shore.

The waves tug at my ankles and then push me toward the sandy beach,
I run, laughing, just out of their reach.

The waves bring up a sunset, gold and copper shell,
It whispers of secrets it will never, never tell.

The waves are a savage, stormy gray,
The seagulls screech and the herons play.


(4/? /2011)

by smol mad rad cat

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