Havlock waters
it were receding
sands
rocky surface
all were in unison
askance I could gather
still far ahead
I could make out
I was standing
surface lied brushed
naked it stood
rocks were still saying
I heard
I saw
I could make out
it was receding
I could make out
retired I felt
wait was in vain
I went again
stormy winds
played havlock waters
mighty waves
asked
I could hear
askance was
far
far ahead
I could make out
But still
I was waiting
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