High Tide (Poem 18)

As the ocean 🌊 tide rises
So does the anticipation rises
Swings and moods of nature
Allures the presence of granduer
Splendid time of uncommon favor
Spread its wings like the ocean floor
Pitching tides fare and wide
Leaving no space for common slide
The dips and turns of the water flows
Runs, bumps and bows
Never again to wonder free
Leaving the pressure to soar and free

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