Feel how the earth moves shakes rattles and rolls Is nothing firm beneath my ground Only where the waters soothe a tired soul that travels alone Searching a beach of understanding Next to the ever changing tides Are those cycles we call life that washes and wears us down So it is each day like each tide becomes a little more worn down washed smooth through over me and you
Hi, Yankee4you, Hopefully, with the Daily Tides, one is worn down like sea glass where the rough edges are removed, leaving a unique thing of beauty washed smooth...Searching a beach of understanding. Thanks for sharing.
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It needs a rock foundation !
Well penned.......Mick.
Hopefully, with the Daily Tides, one is worn down like sea glass where the rough edges are removed, leaving a unique thing of beauty washed smooth...Searching a beach of understanding. Thanks for sharing.