The Shore

The shore said to the wave

Your clashings do hurt!

To wave, he exclaimed ruthlessly,

Disheartening her outburst. 

Distressed wave cried a loud, 

And tears splashed shore 

The ablazed shore whined,

Behesting her to go.

The tides fell, waves stepped back,

Resolute to never return,

She kissed the shore one last time,

And just left, evanescing all life,

Gone were the tourists too.

Seeing the shore desolate, the wave returned 

And life returned too