When I walk along the beach,
The pounding waves subdue every sound,
Only the screech of the gulls survives.
The endless waves race relentlessly,
Trying to catch the ones in front,
And stay ahead of the ones behind.
The stones clack together,
As the waves push them upon the shore,
Then murmur and mumble as they tumble back down.
Year after year the stones grow round,
The rough edges slowly disappear,
As the tireless waves polish each one.
Wave after wave splash at my feet,
Slowly washing away all my worries,
While the drone of the surf drowns my cares.
I threw a stone into the water and wondered,
How long before the waves tossed it back to the beach?
Whether days or years, it didn’t matter to the stone.
A contest entry
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this is different. and i think its actually pretty beautiful. i love how youv done this.. the way the words flow. great job here.
Thanks for entering
and best of luck in my contest!!
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Lady Michaella
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