Waving

Waving.

What we do well.

Why waste what we've weightlessly weaved

with words?

Words will without waver

wither wonderful waiting.

Wobbly waves will withstand.

Whether we want warmth

or warnings.

Waves will wash our wants,

witnessing where we

wish we were.

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I love alliteration poems! Please leave me prompts and your favorite letter (and even a word count!) I would be so grateful for the challenge