Waves

I walk along a beach
And as the tide comes in
So does a friend
That helps me decorate
The sand with seashells,
Or fights with me against
The sea wind.
Then they retreat
As the sea goes out
And I don't know why.
But as I keep walking,
The tide returns

With a new face
In the waves.
I think maybe it's because
There are shapes to be made
On this part of the sand -
I am on a different part of the shore,
That only the water knows
And gathers in for. 

 

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