Untitled. hotsurf poem, random feels November 20, 2019 1 Minute The tides driven by an invisible force, incessantly caress. It could be any shore. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by hotsurf Like to travel, read, play cello etc. View all posts by hotsurf Published November 20, 2019