Simple Poetry

Crashing waves

Standing on a secluded cliff,

Turning my eyes to the sea.

I try to net with the smallest sniff

What freedom and oblivion may be.

The waves crashing onto the rocky shore,

Each one inevitably fading away;

no longer being part of the bore

but instead washing over the cay.

I wonder how it feels giving up to the stream,

My lungs filled with endless devotion;

For I realize the waves crashing to be redeemed

Don't matter as long as they're part of the ocean.

- C. S.

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