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Tides
Trip and stumble, the beach so wide
the sea so far, sand like dust and
sun so high, pebbles of every hue
in their places waiting eventide;
Each seventh wave a destiny of foam
count them . .dream not. Wake !
Watch the clouds, tumult's dizzy dance
reflecting ocean tides, there are but two
each and every day . . .
Lie with the pebbles, wait for eventide
surely it will come as once it did,
long ago.
the sea so far, sand like dust and
sun so high, pebbles of every hue
in their places waiting eventide;
Each seventh wave a destiny of foam
count them . .dream not. Wake !
Watch the clouds, tumult's dizzy dance
reflecting ocean tides, there are but two
each and every day . . .
Lie with the pebbles, wait for eventide
surely it will come as once it did,
long ago.
Published 5th Jan 2016
| Edited 6th Jan 2016
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