The Waaaves ...
Waves ,
they tripple over like a washing machine
and have so many wonderful sounds ,
it reminds me of the river in the mountains
they crash like thunder clouds ,
as waves crash , it's sounds like bass drums
soon,
crystals appear in the waves
waves rub against my leg,
like a dogs soft lick
it stirs the sand ,
like a spoon stirring the water
the water splashing in my face ,
feels like thousands of tiny whips
the gloomy stormy color,
reminds me of the cold sky
the icy waves give me cold chills ,
but I will always love the waves
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