The Eternal Sea

December 28, 2007
By Oriah Amit BRONZE, Los Angeles, California
Oriah Amit BRONZE, Los Angeles, California
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The sea roars like a pride of lions,
Foamy white manes whipping in the wind,
Sprinting forward with claws ready,
Endlessly chasing the shore.

I watch the pursuit from my window
Until the muted sun descends
To kiss the cheek of the earth
And I am enveloped in a liquid black

But the restless sea does not end its crashing,
Determined pounding of the shore,
Resounding in the core of the earth,
Ceaseless, like the pulse of a body.

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