Waves

Waves

White capped dunes of the Ocean

Brush the hair of the scarlet mermaid

Crash the volcano formed rocks, broken

Make her love you

While you hate her

To the fault of no one

To the form of every one

The waves

They scrape

The face

of the Mermaid

And, as she dies

You even wonder why

You sent the waves

You bottle them up in caves

Just to save 100 mermaids

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