like the ocean

Hesitancy of a lapping wave,

Slowly forward and quickly fall away.

love of being-

The moon's willing slave.

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Shyly, it trickles from the ocean

floating foam,
carrying cries, Stop.

Unsure in it's motion

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and so it falls only to return again,
one after another,
the beat of each lap
it gains momentum.

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Suddenly from nowhere a thunderous roar,
tension was built up
Moon created rip tide,
meek wave no more.