UnwaveringA Poem by Chris Shaw
at times I hear her calling
where the foam of tides is lapping where the seagulls hover daily where my thoughts go gently sailing to that black rock in the sea there is calm upon the waters and the silver threads in moonlight cast a sheen upon the surface it’s a place of perfect safety so I drift there when I hear her when her voice is heard in whispers and I know that in her presence there is peace and harmony © 2023 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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Added on July 29, 2023Last Updated on July 29, 2023 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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