Rolling waves.
Massaging
shores,
shaping.
One
after
the next.
Pushing
forth.
Unyielding.
Subtle
at first,
yet
persistent.
Changing,
smoothing
what’s
left.
Storm clouds
approaching.
Swells
thickening.
Waves
enlarging.
Now
crashing.
Relentless
onslaught.
No defense.
Obliterating
all around.
Unrecognizable.
Invasion.
New
reality
arrived.
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Author:
E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (
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