Forty Winks on Dover Beach

The wind fainly sway,
lending forty winks
Swiftly playing with dune
into downy flakes
A dover noon sealed a soul in kind
Many own idle thoughts,
flitted through this mind.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[DamienHino]

cool nice poem read it 3 times can't wait till you finish it wonderful

[Liz-z]

"lending forty winks
...
into downy flakes
...
Many own idle thoughts
Flitted through this mind"
Really like how it sounds! Fantastically written!
:)