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Waves

Waves

BY SHALEY RONAN

Sharp cold crashing waves.

They rush over me.

They drag me under. 

Until I reach the bottom.

The ground with sand

coarsely rubbing against my skin,

getting into my mouth and eyes,

leaving a harsh residue all over me.

But I see sunlight 

and I rise.

The oxygen filling my lungs. 

Seagulls overhead make their beautiful call.

The warmth of the sun heating my entire body, 

a moment of pure bliss and simply tranquility.

But just then another wave comes, 

and this time maybe I won’t rise.

The New Hedonism

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Rain

Rain