Waves
Waves
Here when the wind dies,
The silence grows,
Ponderous and bold,
Like growing old,
As the sunset dims
And the sea turns gold
And the silence drifts
Towards us,
Thunderous and bold,
And the waves come lapping,
Lapping, lapping at the shore.
-HUGH A. HARTER
Indian Ocean ...
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