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 Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Published by hotsurf Like to travel, read, play cello etc. View all posts by hotsurf Published November 20, 2019