Hide the Tide (continued)

Soft breeze whispers (Seattle)

Yet the crash of the sea is crisper (Seattle)

Silver moon light glowing (Seattle)

Yet the clouds still try showing (Seattle)

Waves crashing (Roza)

Like whips at her feet lashing (Roza)

She glances across the calming tide (Roza)

Knowing there's no place she can hide (Roza)

The End

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