
Riding waves,
smashing surf,
raw foaming powerful sea,
crashing brute force energy.
Few ripples - deepened ‘swells’,
bore funnelling tides,
spawn a bore.
gathering speed,
a herd stampedes - nothing in its wake.
Trees, carried upstream,
unleashed torrent, of sparks and steam.
rushing over rocks and stones,
withering worn, ‘till no more.
Written by Libithina ©




could feel the splashing of the water on my face as I read
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