When the tide
Comes in,
We get trapped
In fear,
Lest it should
wash us away;
When the tide
Is out,
We feel relaxed,
And we enjoy
Walking further,
Towards the sea;
And are least afraid of...
The ferocity of the sea;
Love is like playing,
With the tides of the sea;
On the beach of the sea
Standing watching,
Longing to go deep...
Into the sea;
Braving against...
The violent splashing waves;
Risking life!
but never...
giving up the play.
MyKoul
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