The Rock

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Waves crash, beating.
Slapping their forever moving hands.
The Rock still stands.
Wind surronds, pushing.
Pressuring to conform to its path.
The Rock remains unmoved.
Moon sits, judging.
Condeming from its high perch.
Beaten, but still standing,
Pushed, but unmoved,
Judge, but unchanged,
Oh, what lessons we could learn.





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