Words combined

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Old gargoyles
Come to life
In sun or dark
A mighty fright
Their faces frown
Upon the happy
Knocking down love
Lashes of tongue
Fierce til time
Turns them back
To stone
~A.R.*

Crashing waves
Over jagged rock
Carving its way
Layers softened
By water strength
Tumbled glass
Pieces edgeless
Shores sea glitter
In sand
Timeless
~A.R*

With quiet strokes
Paddle in hand
Gentle waters
Canoe barely breaking
A world alone
Enjoyed peace
Calming force
Empowering task
Enjoyed
~A.R*

I may crumble
I may fall
Skinned knees
Tired and broken
Time may pass
Yet I rise
Feet unsteady
Forward motion
In bits
It comes
The journey
Continues
~A.R*

Glazed over
Thick mist hovers
Just above the surface
Dark waters
Blanketed in white
Rocks gently crest
Its surface
Still air
Warm meets cold
Til sun
Burns it away
~A.R.*
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