The Text
February 6, 2013
February 6, 2013

The Wave

The same gentle wave that caresses our peaceful
Cyprus shores;
Is the same, that strokes the sand, on turbulent
war torn land.
Unceasingly, stroking the unhappy fearful
As an anxious mother, with her caring hand
Soothes the brow, of her feverish child;
Time and nature has a healing power, forgives
and smiles.