When Waves Touch Shore

A poem from waves for his beloved shore

Photo by Dmitry Bayer on Unsplash

I flow with the wind

and under the clouds

knowing not where I am formed

I came into existence millions

of years ago

relentlessly hitting

myself against the shore

I longed to meet her for years

making efforts without any fears

until I was destined to touch her

every second of my life

The magic we create together

is unfathomably loved by all

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