STUBBORN

Written by: romeo naces

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Roaring, rolling  
   upon the shore,
        the noontime waves 
             curl, creep and crawl.

They rush with 
    forceful speed and all
         against the stolid, 
               stone seawall.

They smash against 
     its boulder base
         to shake and crack
             its rocky core.

Exploding 
    as salty spray,
         they splash in 
             the wind and fall.

They keep rushing in, 
    ebbing out,
        for that's what  waves 
              are after all!

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