Waves
gentle waves
lick the sand
softly they embrace
eternally holding hands
caught in the motion
swaying forever to and fro
violent with a storm;s commotion
or breezeless and ever so slow
it is silent, but for the waves
as they travel endlessly
to the lake they are slaves
never to be free
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