Silver moon be high now
Her cycle's reached the turn
Judgemental waves..relentlessly
Incessantly ..
Assault the beach of grief
Strung.. along the high tides line
Jetsam marks the peak
Tossed aside..said words can't hide
They're up there
On the beach
One may think it's over
The ebbing... slow begins
Receding...not conceding.. no
Flotsam hides behind waves curls
Hidden..out of reach
And waiting....
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 22nd, 2026 02:38
- Category: Unclassified
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