Four Waves

by

Diane Klammer

When the first wave broke
I cried my eyes out,
Sank under water.

When the second wave broke,
I noticed my tears,
Struggled for air.

When the third wave broke
I stopped crying,
Swam to shore.

I made it!

Now the forth wave breaks
On the wet hard sand
As I run to meet you.

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Why don't you look at The Straighter Sight of Life
by: Jason O'Brien
from: Welland, ON, CA

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