Shore Lines
.
In life, too quick,
too soon we hate.
In death, too slow,
too proud to love
... too late.
Though maybe soon
the wound will heal,
the hurt takes time,
the pain's too raw
... too real.
Though the waves
they fiercely roar,
the wavelets there
caress and woo
... the shore.
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Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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