The memories are all washed away
As the waves hit my body
Moving me in a forward and backwards motion
Following its movement of life
Coming and going
The strength varying
Sometimes the waves come
Full force
We are fully aware of its wave coming
Yet we can never prepare to take the hit
The fear
The doubt
The struggle for air
Even if it's for a second
This still will never be fair
For again we are never prepared
The smell of salt brings you back to reality
For the way of life is not an easy one yet we plea
Life is like the waves of the ocean
Never forgiving
Coming and Going
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The Unforgettable
PoetrySimple elements or things that bring general memories or nostalgia I wrote this in one sitting after getting inspired by a song called "Wind Song" by Ludovioco Einaudi
