The Wave
I sauntered along,
With the breeze as my friend.
The torrid rains,
Were about to fall.
I wandered ever so slightly,
At the edge of the grass.
It became my home.
It became my status.
I skipped along the pebbles,
For they became my friends.
I had made friends with,
The breeze, the rain, the grass and the pebbles.
But that torrential blue and white wave,
Knocked me down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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