Waves
You are an angel, unpainted
Fallen from the heavens
Like rain drops from a cloud
Flowing with life, love, and lucid beauty
From stream to river,
Words floods from my mouth
Into the ocean, the ever-present ebb and flow of your glory in my mind, a constant reminder of, just as the waves kiss the beach, you have touched me, shaped me, given and taken from me, and will continue to until my skin is stripped from the land.
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