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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to 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