The Small Wave


Dribbling onto the seashore,

I make an unimpressive sight,

Hardly noticed, almost silent,

I creep over the rocks,

Rolling up the sand,

Just wetting it again,

When you thought it was dry.



Yet my movement, though small is impressive … in its consistency.

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