Each wave crashes against the sea bed
Submerged amongst the unrest
Magnated before it dies
to form yet another tide.
Love blossoms against all spites.
It ends in a form.
Half died.
Yesterday I had cried,
used from all insides
Often when you desperately reach out for the end
To come back to where you began
Retaliation is not on your mind
It ceases to remain still
These waves are never uptight
They lay there,
only to be repeatedly magnified.