Waves of Life

It's roaring

Teasing shores back and forth

Fading

Disappearing

Reappearing

Picking up momentum

Picking up sound

It's loud

Clashing

Crashing

Vibrating

Screaming

Quiet

Never ending sound

Test the waters.

Test the cold, cold waters.

Toes were made for this.

Life was made like this.

By Alyssa Briana Gant

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