You are the waves, relentless, and selfish.
I am the shore, shallow and timid.You are the waves washing away my past.
I am the shore wanting to last.But you are the waves I often see.
Yet I am the shore, waiting for your return.And no matter how many times, I push you away,
you always find your way back home.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...