On what grounds?

The wave is coming,
I´ve seen it all
as it rolls
down the hills,
over towns.

Ground is rumbling,
as a beast waking
from slumber
that took
too long.

The wave is rolling,
those that were strolling
are now left
behind,
to fight this war.

The ground opens
like mouth,
when you
yawn.

The wave of power,
on grounds of waiver,
will cost us all.

Like when we tried
in the garden of mind,
to overcome
the rift of logic and of heart.

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