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The Web Poetry Corner - Melissa Allen - White Horses
I lay on the sand
the wind rustling through the trees.
As the sun sets it casts a reddish glow
on the ocean.
The waves crash against the sand
like thousands of white galloping horses.
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
I do not know.
Like convicts doing time the waves are forever
thumping against the shore
like a never-ending heart-beat.
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