I miss the effortless gusts of gale
The scent of seawater, seaweed, the sail;
Frisk of summer's heat in the vast expanse
Rushing and rolling onto the coast to dance
We could watch the quivering sunset
Drop below the horizon before you realize
What you get:
More faded skies.
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Musings: A Poetry Compilation
PoetryPoetry and prose for the poets out there eager to get their helpings of more and more of the written page...because there is never enough ink to satisfy the soul.
