HIS STONE BESIDE THE SEAA Poem by M. L. F.
I saw him there, upon his stone,
his stone beside the sea. And great was he, in pensive thoughts - and swollen heart for me. He thought I couldn't feel the heat - of feelings growing bright. He pulled himself back from the flame - to cover up his pride; protect himself from drowning in unreal intensity. A depth he only grazed - the way the wind blows sand to sea. I'll wait here for his head to hear - what his heart already says. To know more than my surface shows - Possibilities unsaid... © 2017 M. L. F.Featured Review
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6 Reviews Added on October 17, 2017 Last Updated on October 17, 2017 AuthorM. L. F.American writer in the Netherlands....About"True suspense, true... terror, doesn't jump in your face with a hockey mask. No, no...It starts very, very slowly, creeping up your spine and into the space where your hair trickles onto your neck.".. more..Writing
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