I watched as waves beat the shore, white foam washing sand slowly out to sea and back again. Ever moving like an unforgiving whore. Grinding, polishing till a pearl gleams in the night. Screaming at the land , laughing till mornings light. then to sleep the day.
What more can a breath hold, than the life it creates? Yet upon her throne she feels strength and is bold. Too baffled by it's own delight. Course and forgetful,never late.
Who pray tell created the beast? Who dines on your soul. Grabbing a knife heading for the feast. Blurring pictures to fade, Scorched by the red hot coals. He stayed.
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