The ocean is beautiful
blue waves crash against the rocky shore
wavering on the brink
depths of unknown places,
history, decayed, embraced, encased
in waves.
I cried an ocean,
enough for you to swim
to encase, embrace and decay
at our history.
Blue waves wash the sandy shore
bringing new tidings
or old.
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PoetryA collection of poems made in a dark time of my life. I made this book so that I could share my happiness and pain with others who might understand, but more importantly, this book is for those who need to be understood. Hope you all enjoy! Please...
