Beaches calling out to waves,
I wish my mind would learn to behave.
Without you, love is all I crave,
a hermit hiding in his cave.
A beggar finds his fortune at the grave,
still surfing on karma's endless wave.
Only a strong will stands to save
so live this life like a midnight rave.
Craving Lost Love
Beaches Callling Out To Waves
Published by Family Friend Poems April 9, 2026 with permission of the Author.
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