Past The ForeshoreA Poem by Mr.Boffin
a sea of sand
atop the mound a murmuration peacefully crooning. sounds of morning, quickly spreading through the dampish cluttered air. walking swiftly down the littoral I spot the Starlings dawdling along. I watch the sea Swelling -- Natures palindrome circling all around. walking past the Foreshore -- treading, swimming: I would hold on, but I wont. © 2014 Mr.Boffin |
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3 Reviews Added on April 18, 2014 Last Updated on April 18, 2014 Tags: free verse, nature, life, death |