Waves | Teen Ink


December 11, 2009
By Dsmit BRONZE, Luna Pier, Michigan
Dsmit BRONZE, Luna Pier, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"God hath not given me a spirit of fear, but that of power, love, and of a sound mind."

The waves crashing on the beach act as knives;
Stabbing, stabbing the vulnerable sand.
The waves cut the grains
Making them retreat into the sea.
The sand cannot escape its jagged foe
It runs, but the undertow overpowers;
Sending the sand in a circular dilemma
It is trapped; doomed to forever be,
Stabbed by the waves; the circling, crashing waves.

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on Jan. 11 2011 at 11:28 am
I love this, you worte it beautifully.