Waves
Breaking on the far shore, born
in the churning deep
searching.
To come here, is joy,
but a bitter joy.
The search was the adventure,
and the answer is death.
The beach is the end for the wave,
and home, is the end,
for me.
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Love the poem. Thanks for sharing it. I nominated you for the Liebster award. Details are here: http://madmanstwilight.wordpress.com/2013/05/17/happy-nominee-of-the-liebster-award/