Angry waves
Hit my shore
Don’t know if I
Can handle more
The waves want to overtake
The villa I’m in
Madly lapping
At the walls surrounding
Spiraling higher
Out of Control
These waves
Come from a distant shore
And from an ancient time
But the more recent past
Will soon become old
And the waves it sends
Will be shallow
Only soothingly cold
And faith and belief
In the ocean’s justice
Allows me to hold on
Till my good waves
Come in and until then
I’m good, don’t know
Exactly when
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