Stubborn
.
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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