Kent Mill

Water & Ice

Crashing onto the shore.
Potent, yet tranquil.
The waves pound, Ice grinding.
Unmerciful, no remorse.

Transfixed upon the beach,
watching the action, my mind
starts to wander.

Like a maestro with his orchestra,
here I stand.
Controlling, mastering,
all powerful.
Obeying my every command.

Higher and higher,
more destructive
with every hit.
The ice spearing
the frozen sand.
Wind whipping through
my hair.
Eyes fixed upon the violent surf.

Crashing onto the shore.
Potent, yet tranquil.
The waves pound, Ice grinding.
Unmerciful, no remorse.

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