Over the ocean,
into the shore
there was a place
many years before.
where the waves are warriors
attacking the shore,
but the rocky cliffs
stand strong for they are sure
in a million years
they may loose some ground
but in a million more
it will be turned around
the water will stop,
the air will come cold,
the life on land
will stop and hold,
their breaths, icicles
on the cold blizzard wind.
As the icicles tongue,
drips and gives in,
then the water will meet the shore,
and they will fight
for a million years more.
I was inspired when one day i was walking along the beach close to my house and i watched the waves washing upon the shore, so i went home and took what i observed and created a poem, thank you for your comments i enjoy reading them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good work-enjoyed reading it