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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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