for my parents
Cresting, crashing, foaming,
Crushing hard stone into sand,
Its energy dissipating, ebbing,
Until it is a gentle sweep
Reaching a pair of sunken footprints
But no further
The energy sinks slowly back to its source
Joining the last of its force to the next surge.
For you see, it never really dies —
The cycle of life rolls on.
Having fun is serious business
Musings from the edge of an English summer
The Writer
A writer's journey
• Hugs and Infinities
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Official Blog of A.A. Azariah-Kribbs, Author, Illustrator, and Friend of Goblins
READING INTO THE PAST .....
Inspired by life, death, and everything inbetween
Words That Can’t
Unique perspectives on movie marketing, film reviews and much more.
'...unforgettable historical fiction...'
Canadian. Old Millennial. Opinionated.
Give me a sentence. I'll write you a story.
Musings of an author, screenwriter & blogger.
The Diligent Dilettante 