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Wave in waiting

Wavelet, gentle wavelet

Don’t call yourself

a wave yet.

The Mediterranean

is calm today

No hint of wind,

blows your way.

 

And you have to be brave

to call yourself

a real wave.

Rolling, roaring and tumbling

ride the tide in.

Just be content

to gently

 

lap the hard pebble shore

and wait for that

scirocco

wind, racing to lift you up,

white foam blowing,

to lift you up

once again.

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