THE WAVES
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Even before the sprout of life,
Waves began to beat her head
Against the rocks on the shore
And roar about in rage!


Why couldn\'t her wrath be quenched?
Why couldn\'t her pain be healed?
Should she struggle up to the end?
Or, it a great lesson to learn!


The waves soar up
To fall back to sea,
\'Rise and fall\' is the natural tune
To keep the cycles move!

We are the weeds
That float on the waves,
Good, if we don\'t have roots
To ease the pain of break!

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