from afar i see the waves <br />myriad lines of luminous white <br />galloping as if on a mission to conquer <br />propelling successive waves <br />in another sea of emotions <br /> <br />blessed's the endowed artist <br />who can transfer this gallant spirit <br />onto canvas with shinning and crowning hues <br />so many morns, the waves alone <br />drive in the days into me, blast tribulations, <br />even stones and rocks <br /> <br />pounding into the mind and soul <br />that after a million years <br />they would be nothing more than sand <br />under triumphant sounding waves <br />and - our humble feet<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sand-in-the-sea/
