Roaring waves reflecting in the Sun,
his beauty, went in to deep;
there large whales are playing.
Off the depth in her,
still hazy, that no one knows.
The waves crashing to the shore,
rocks bashful on her,
akin as an ever friends,
playing each other.
She roar and crash,
the shells and fishes, howling in beach;
as a baby discrete from her mother.
The naive waves, began to cry;
“No I don’t do this, not blame me; God.”
She fly likes a cloud,
where the earth bears her;
as a daughter to Earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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