The Wave
boldly rushing and retreating,
plodding in and withdrawing,
unsure making up its mind,
pushing and then hesitating;
in the end nothing remains
of its brief, sorry existence,
but for the noise it created
with no difference made.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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