Time \u00a0blunders on unceasingly
\nas it throws me and flows me under ….<\/p>\n
High tide, low tide, endless waves
\nebb back and forth, leaving
\nwhite foam in scalloped swirls
\nlike diluted soap suds
\nor bedspread ruffles.<\/p>\n
Standing in the sands, filigree
\nclinging to my feet, I sadly
\nwatch the waves
\nplay their monotonous game.<\/p>\n
Some souls say,
\nhaving once caught a glimmer
\nof moonlight on nighttime swells,
\nthat the sea is divine.<\/p>\n
All I can say is that the moon moves
\nthe tides, and tide tickles my feet.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
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Time \u00a0blunders on unceasingly as it throws me and flows me under …. High tide, low tide, endless waves ebb back and forth, leaving white foam in scalloped swirls like diluted soap suds or bedspread ruffles. Standing in the sands, filigree clinging to my feet, I sadly watch the waves play their monotonous game. Some … <\/p>\n