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The Waves Come and Go!
by: Arthur Zulu


The waves come and go
like the feet of an unsteady woman
in the house of an unfair lover.

The waves roar and clap their hands
like the protestations of a woman
in the hands of a Don Juan.

The waves wear down the shores
like a woman dissipating over unrequited love.

Yet, the woman is bound to the man
as the oceans are in covenant with the moon,
for a woman needs a man.

And the waves come and go
because the celestial body would not leave the seas.

That is why the oceans are full of tempests
as love is replete with broken hearts!

EXCERPTED FROM "BEAUTIFUL," A POETRY COLLECTION BY ARTHUR ZULU, TO BE PUBLISHED SOON. IF YOU ENJOYED READING THE POEM AND WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A VOLUNTARY CONTRIBUTION TOWARD ITS PUBLICATION, PLEASE CONTACT THE AUTHOR.)

ARTHUR ZULU is an editor, book reviewer, playwright, and published author. He also writes short stories, scripts, essays, and poems, and ghost writes for others.
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ARTHUR ZULU is an editor, book reviewer, playwright, and published author. He also writes short stories, scripts, essays, and poems, and ghost writes for others.

 



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