Waves by Grace Haller (New York)

There is this one line my dad would always sing 
After spending hours under the glistening Florida sun 
Sand in my hair, salty air, running into the water just for fun
He told me that the waves knew every thing,
They were full of questions and answers to anything

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A tornado of silky, sapphire secrets from everyone 
Things left unsaid become only bubbles and to the floor they spun
Like a tide, come and go, shhh a soft hum, then CRASH, the turmoil is draining 
Then I began to wonder if they ever got tired 
Constantly taking things in, then leaving them to drown
Suffocating from shards of hate, lies, and goodbyes
If infinity wanted a new job, the waves would be hired
Constantly crashing against itself, up and down
They must get so exhausted, and I wondered if a wave ever cries
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