To the ShoreA Poem by BarefootWingsinspired by the ocean
The sea is never resting but always does it flow.
Like the skies it's dancing, with all its highs and lows. Sing to me o' depths of old, what stories have you told? Sighs like a bird's wings and tempers like a storm, Fancy there, below the waves, are all the things left to explore. So tell me, love, you, great mistress, what's left of what's to come? For no greater chills does there lie, then at the mercy of your mask. Will I ever come to find my home? © 2013 BarefootWings |
StatsAuthorBarefootWingsMinerva, OHAboutI'm here to share my writings and peruse others' own as well. I'll be sure to leave a review if I happen across yours. I will gladly do read requests, too. I mainly stick to stories, though I do write.. more..Writing
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