The Waves

All the waters of the world are mingling in the sea,
and rage against the stonework as they clash into the lee.
Do the stones feel much compassion?
Could they regret their role?
Or must beating down the ocean be done without a soul?
It is not for the ocean to wonder after rocks;
The ocean’s duty is to rage,
to rage, and level out.

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  1. I love the oceanic metaphors permeating your poem! The sea and its beauty is my greatest source of inspiration, and your exquisite words evoked a sense of alluring nostalgia in my heart. 🌊💙

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