Ocean Story Poem by Cyclopseven R

Harrowing sorrow
the ocean speaks sadly,
grimacing waves
visits the sandy dust
just to peek for peaceful man.

Alas, the number is too small
the waves return with a tale
that mankind is yet to grow
to know how peaceful
is to be at peace.

The ocean eavesdrops
at every heartbeat
of man,
to be cautious
to face
another throw
of unwanted elements
into its generous heart.

Its tears drowns with it
few human cares to see or feel
still the ocean cares to wash the shore
and wipe clean her sore
to tell mankind that its love is greater
than hate.


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