Waves From Melbourne Part 3
What are waves?
Not just a word.
Not always cold,
And sometimes gets hotter.
Waves mean so much more.
They don't just crash the shore,
Sending my life into chaos.
Waves symbolize not just now,
But forever you and I are gone.
You said waves when you left everyday.
I never said anything when you would go away,
Now it is my turn to sighn off.
Waves. Thats all I want to say.
We now know what the waves are,
And there with us near and far,
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