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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.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 6th Jan 2016
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