poetry is like the sea
it comes and it goes
it come and it goes
yet we come to see
the giant wave crash
and drain away away
leaving the sun sparkling
in a pool
a fish waiting
caught but still free
free but still caught
the thought that
came that went
went and came back
caught but not caught
free but not free
what words are these
who made them bite this way
to lick away sorry sorry
yet bite again and again
until the moon turns red
the earth turns blue
and tears douse the fire
the fire dries the tears
again and again
and again again
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