Despite the stormy sea ahead
The waves thrust themselves upon the shore.
The sand shudders, sometimes you are calm with a crystal likeness,
your beauty everyone loves.
Then suddenly, the wave gets higher, smashing….what noise I hear?
You frightened me sometimes and like the sand I shuddered
Knowing I have no choice nut to stay and bear nature’s gift to me.
Marcia Skervin, 1994
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