She waits
Biding her time
Calm tides pulling her forward
She laps at the shore
Sings the soft song of the waves
He cannot see her swirling amongst the froth
She is nothing but danger to him
Crashing, swirling, angry
He will not approach her
She rolls back into the open water
Waiting once again
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
She waits
Biding her time
Calm tides pulling her forward
She laps at the shore
Sings the soft song of the waves
He cannot see her swirling amongst the froth
She is nothing but danger to him
Crashing, swirling, angry
He will not approach her
She rolls back into the open water
Waiting once again
