Christmas Last Year




I sit and


    watch the waves



And wait, 



     watching as


Predictably


     They crash and



Burst forth.



     Never retreating



Always seeking



     Respite from



Unseen forces;



     Valiantly



     Searching



Seeking



Reaching:



     I sit and watch



And



     Wait

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