Of all that isA Poem by BNever let things pass you byDelve into this contented ocean of silver words Speak of all that is prosperous for it was and would be
Sink into released forms of loving this life For my introverted heart spoke of this golden path
We would engrave tenacious happiness Often placid sand would wonder so volatile
Living between those secluded groves Sentimental promises of primitive waves
Piled upon the dark sidewalk of this heart Park yourself a pleasant thought within reality
For the beauty of this gifted morning air Would seldom wait for any form of obscured passion
Dreams would resolutely part phobic with timid tides Soaking the breaking point of inducted solitude
We drown within shadows of beauty fleeing Of all the plans wilting in rosy water
Life calls out upon the abided blue docks As consumed pigeons would deliver lost letters
Proclaiming it really is the opportune time
Trains of reality placed by this serendipitous foaming bay © 2017 BAuthor's Note
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