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As she walked along the bay
She noticed the gleam and sparkle of the wave
The very wave she used to love,
Used to adore, used to obsess over
But that, that was the past
Brutal and vile
A wave that drowned her happiness
A wave that stole her childhood
The one that took away her everything
Her mother, her father; her future, her present
Her hope and her love
Her everything that she had
She becane lost and forlorn, upset and depressed
Cut off from the world
The same world that caused her so harm
Such sadness, such depression
But that, that was the past
Today was her future, all rich and bright
Here she stood, on the peak of success
Everyone at her feet, everyone on their knees
But she didn't care
Because it didn't matter anymore
As her tips touched the liquid
She felt a wave of emotion
A wave that shocked her, rocked her whole body
From the head to the toes
'The irony of it,' she thought,
How much her life has changed
'And the irony of it,' she thought,
That it all started with a wave
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Poetry*completed* ○•FLORAISON ○•(French : Bloom) •Words spun into poems Letters dipped in gold Sentences laced with elegance Alphabets with a story of their own ○• I present you FLORAISON, a book whose blank pages bloomed when ink touched the rough pape...
