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Seventh wave


As the wave comes in,

The stone seems to be moving.

But it’s only my thoughts

Ever more changing.

Can we ever say

That different waves are landing

On the same shores?

Can my love be waves

And move the stony shores of your heart?

Waves and shores,

Kissing and touching,

Every second

And knowing how much?

Of each other…


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