Yeah, it's summer. So I'm a bit rusty and haven't had time to put up any posts in a while.
Endless crashing,
The waves.
They speak in a rhythm
that is never broken.
One wave hits the sand,
And then another,
And another,
And another...
Even when the world comes
Crashing down to its end,
There will always be the steady
rhythm of the waves.
I LOVE the last four lines, that's great. The start sucked me in instantly, and I just pictured myself on a beach, watching the waves hit the sand. The cool part about that is that the image of that beach came to my mind as I read it, instead of me having to visualize anything. So I'm gonna call you a liar and say you're not rusty at all.
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