TideA Poem by Alice LockeA short poem of the tide, of the tiredless relenting of the waves. I don't know why I wrote it.Do the waves Ever get tired Of rising and falling Dividing rejoining Separating correlating Dissociating affiliating? Probably not But I wonder. © 2013 Alice LockeAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 2, 2013 Last Updated on January 2, 2013 AuthorAlice LockeBellevue, WAAboutTime is a very strange thing. In the eyes of many it inches by, later on it speeds quickly by, no more than a light breeze and it's gone. In the eyes of many it speeds and then it inches. In the eyes .. more..Writing
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