With every wave comes wonder
How her storys' left untold
Crashing into one another
Under earths bright crescent gold
Her spirit forever changing
High tide, she's feeling firece,
Warm ripples let you catch a glimpse
At low tide, her soul sincere
A wave, she holds mystery
Yet takes it out to sea
Who ever is that changing wave
Is it you? Is it me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely expressed and well brought forth. An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction. Thanks for sharing................