Within the riptide, hope creates a heaven;
for in that moment, death is near.
The sand, that slips beneath my feet,
is telling me I cannot run away.
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Thanks Annette. The poem is based on a real event when I was caught in a riptide many years ago. It occurred to me that this was a prefect metaphor for death.
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How peacful your picture looks. and beautiful word to accompany it... Annette
Thanks Annette. The poem is based on a real event when I was caught in a riptide many years ago. It occurred to me that this was a prefect metaphor for death.