The waves
Sometimes in the life,
it gets too competitive,
Full of fails,
followed by broken tales.
Reckless scales
guiding me along rusty trails,
but after all at noon,
I find myself at the beach,
with the moon behind
the kind of thoughts
that never seem to ever want to leave.
At the beach,
I reach moments of no speech,
simply because a couple
seem to always dance for me
when I visit at noon.
And i am not complaining.
So Mr and Mrs wave
don’t ever not
because if you do,
going into the night will be horror.
And the day I visit the beach,
it will simply be to join you.
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