ROAR OCEAN ROARA Poem by Rose of many coloursa sad MiddleI climb miles and miles of a thousand hills. Each step of the way- a moment I stand still. And look back to glimpse my will. Hope of an olive skin woman among so many ills. This truth feel like ashes, None shall see soul stained lashes. And when the sea trashes- Who will run to gather life's pieces. Too late into the night, Blasting emptiness creep in sight. Left with unlit candles- no light. Roar ocean roar with might.
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StatsAuthorRose of many coloursSan Fernando , Trinidad and TobagoAboutHello. I'm from the Caribbean,Trinidad and Tobago. Writing is my companion, it defines the person i am. 'My tongue is the pen of a ready writer' this is my favourite verse in the Bible. My expe.. more..Writing
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