Rolling waves crashing upon the shore,
What do you try to say?
My words were kissed by the waves
that blessed me to write.
Why then do you not give me the words now?
Walk upon your shores,
Capture your beauty on film,
Cherish your sands, do I,
And all you give is confusion.
I wade into your depths,
Call upon you for knowledge,
Yet you do not answer.
“Could it be because I miss her?”
Another wave crashes upon the beach
As I hear a whispered, “Yes.”
I turn. No one is around.
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