The mighty hands
Which turn the sands
The raging sea
As Titan stands
Its thirsty tongue
Which kisses land
Its raging force
Its anger brands.
The old sea wall
Battered worn
In defiance against
The screaming storm
Again again
Waves attack
Shuddering brick
And granite stack.
White tipped surf
A rolling thunder
Crashing blue
Its aim to plunder
Piece by piece
Brick by brick
Its awesome power
Its violent kick.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: March 15th, 2026 02:22
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