Rows and rows
of billowing waves,
come and crash
into the cliffs.
Some say this is
a test of wills,
and some that it
is arrogance.
But it seems
to me at times,
that having roamed
the seas so long,
they're tired waves
that yearn for land,
so that they can
stretch out and rest.
- Author: Zwitterion ( Offline)
- Published: November 1st, 2016 14:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 26
Comments2
I love the imagery in this! Great work!
Beautiful imagery! I never thought of the waves like this. Great job!
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