There are only waves, that roam without cease,
in distant places, seemingly at peace.
In human life, the waves never sleep,
they twist and turn, striking hearts too deep.
Waves can be pains, regrets that stay,
hard moments slipping like sand away.
But among them shines a ray of hope,
that soothes the soul and helps it cope.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 5:09 AM UTC
There are only waves, that roam without cease,
in distant places, seemingly at peace.
In human life, the waves never sleep,
they twist and turn, striking hearts too deep.
Waves can be pains, regrets that stay,
hard moments slipping like sand away.
But among them shines a ray of hope,
that soothes the soul and helps it cope.
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