Yearning
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Rowan Visser, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2011
The waves are crashing in my head
Their gentle roar is echoes in my mind
I can almost feel the soft sand under my tread,
And almost see the footprints I leave behind
The gentle longing in my melody
This passive yearning of mine
It’s a not so distant memory
From a not so innocent time