.. Surfs Up ..
When shallow crested
waves appear
the blue returns
to brown
as when and if
their fates are clear
they suddenly
come round
They heave a sigh
of loneliness
their wantings
to be free
and then to kiss
the virgin sand
their boards fly
vibrantly.
.. Surfs Up ..
By zero501
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