I can't say anything about tides.
But who says time doesn't wait.
Time does wait.
It's always waiting for life to start.
Yawning & helpless.
Without something inside.
Every hole is hungry.
For some potion to fill it.
Revel in the thunder and music.
Something waits between her legs.
To start a life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem