persistance

The waves roll on for miles,

to reach out; tickle the sand

with  foamy fingers

lingering only breifly

before stealing back

to the depths

only to reach again

Reviews

[THERISA]

Reading this poem, one is filled with calmness of a gentle tide brushing against the shore. The softness of a tender kiss of a lover. Thank you for sharing this tender poem with us.

Therisa

[Kelly Scheppers]

Hi Dessy! I really liked this piece!