Silent Shore
In life, too quickly, too soon
we hate;
in dying, we pause, then love
too late.
Although maybe soon the wound
will heal,
the hurt takes time, the pain's just
too real.
Take note, while the waves do
fiercely roar,
the wavelets softly woo the
silent shore!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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