The Tides

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The Tides

Story goes from the beach,

And there a boy stands,

With his love out of reach,

He is stranded on that land.

 

They were sailing through the sea,

Together through the waves,

Until the killer tides came,

And brought them separate ways.

 

The girl met her demise,

The boy found out in grief,

As her cold body drifts ashore,

Over the coral reef.

 

He knew she couldn’t stay,

For there was no tomb,

So she was turned into ashes,

Both the dead, loved girl,

Plus the life in the womb.

 

After the ashes set free,

The boy has nowhere to go,

The ashes in the sea,

At night it started to glow,

A bright golden light,

At the depths of the reef,

With a promising whisper,

That she would ease his grief.

 

Before sunrise and sunset,

Before the tides strand, He would run to the shore,

Where water meets land,

To read the letter,

His spouse wrote on the sand,

 

He would reply with stones,

As the tide would land,

For it will consume the letter,

If it was written in sand.

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