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Defeated Waves…

While the seagulls fly high in the sky,
The waves wash the shore.
These hallowed waves once,
Somebody ride before…
But now resting like me,
They think of their purpose to be.
I cannot feel the pulse no more,
No one can ride them anymore.
Are they lost or defeated?
Or like me lost their direction…

 

 

© 2012 Pimmi Nag