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Drenille
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A wave’s story.
Each wave tells a story.
A story so dear
About you of course
You just have to hear.
Out in the ocean
Beyond a wanderers eyes.
Is the flat of the water.
Laying beneath the night sky.
A small wave is forming
Out past the horizon line.
Growing in size as it heads for the shore.
It searches it wanders, looking for a sign.
As it gets closer,
As time passes by
The wave gets bigger.
It no longer seems shy.
Time passes by
As it gets closer to its destination
It continues to grow,
Soon though, it’ll reach its elevation.
Like climbing a mountain
At one point, there is no more to climb.
Though there is its destination
Clear in its eye.
It begins to descend
Falling from its peak.
It falls and it tumbles
Nearly loosing what it seeks.
Every wave falls,
At some point in time.
But it is only those waves we see
That reach the shore line.
I used to write poems all the time with optimistic messages in them, and i guess i loved the message in this one the best.
Each wave tells a story.
A story so dear
About you of course
You just have to hear.
Out in the ocean
Beyond a wanderers eyes.
Is the flat of the water.
Laying beneath the night sky.
A small wave is forming
Out past the horizon line.
Growing in size as it heads for the shore.
It searches it wanders, looking for a sign.
As it gets closer,
As time passes by
The wave gets bigger.
It no longer seems shy.
Time passes by
As it gets closer to its destination
It continues to grow,
Soon though, it’ll reach its elevation.
Like climbing a mountain
At one point, there is no more to climb.
Though there is its destination
Clear in its eye.
It begins to descend
Falling from its peak.
It falls and it tumbles
Nearly loosing what it seeks.
Every wave falls,
At some point in time.
But it is only those waves we see
That reach the shore line.
I used to write poems all the time with optimistic messages in them, and i guess i loved the message in this one the best.