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The waves of the sea

Speak to me,

Like lovers past.

Some were storms,

Some high tides,

Some still at outlying mast.

Some that promised

To be a hurricane,

Fell short and ebbed,

Ere they came.

I tarry now at

The shore, as a new

Squall appears afore.

I'm a teacher and a writer. My life runs on my love for literature and poetry and music and cinema.