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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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.
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/