High Tides

High tides splashing against her face cold as ice,

She is trying to escape the waves are too big.

She makes it to land famish and winded,

She thanks god for her life and everyone she offended.

As she lays there she looks up at the sky and let the warmth from the sun spread upon her face,

She asks herself why were the tides so high?

She gets up and spreads her wings to fly soaring beautifully through the blue morning sky.


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