Sitting on the rock by the sea, I saw the surf lapping towards me.
Just as I thought it was coming to embrace me, it hit the rock & died noisily.
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What impact was made by that poor soul, But to smooth out edginess of a rock?
My toes had twitched on the fear of getting soaked, and now the sight was a burden my eyes wore.
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A wierd thought came streaming down,
..did the rock called the surf, or the surf wanted to destroy on its own??!!
(Was the rock so selfish or is the water that altruistic??)
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Are we playing our own games, where our skills are ever to be honed?
..Or are we mere pawns, playing at hands of someone on the board??
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(..Sitting on a beach overlooked by a huge celebrity mansion, this was one of the finest evenings of my life)
