Waves
By sax angel
Pounding surf, strong and cleansing washing away the debris from days gone by. Sweeping it away to some distant shore. Pounding pulse, fierce and exciting pushing aside the mistakes of the past. Floating along on a sea of senses. Breaking waves, crashing along the shoreline crushing ships against the rocks leaving sailors to struggle and drown. Breaking hearts, shattering to bits dashing dreams against pride and insecurities leaving lovers to weep and despair. Yet, the waves roll on. Written January 21st, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 04:06 AM PST 0 • 8
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