You are the waves, relentless, and selfish.
I am the shore, shallow and timid.
You are the waves washing away my past.
I am the shore wanting to last.
But you are the waves I often see.
Yet I am the shore, waiting for your return.
And no matter how many times, I push you away,
you always find your way back home.
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
