The waves
Pound the shore
Tirelessly, one after the another.
The perpetual percussion of the world,
Breaks duty-bound in the surf.
What would their silence mean?
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PoetryWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch
Waves
The waves
Pound the shore
Tirelessly, one after the another.
The perpetual percussion of the world,
Breaks duty-bound in the surf.
What would their silence mean?
