Slowly, with the rise
Gently, with the fall
As the crisp cold draws
Closer to the end of it flow.
Failing, falling, fearing the ebb
Withdrawing back to the sea
Where it once came from.
Frothing with fury
As it leaps forward
Stretching onward
Only to continue
With its cycle.
Continuous,
Tidal
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The Humbled Word
PoésieThis will be a collection of my poetms and my entries into poetry related stuff. There will be explanations to my ideas at times as well and as to why I use certain lines if asked about. I will share my mind with YOU and lead you stray in there. Do...
