My vast heart views panoramas,
Of wide depths, open to oceans,
Sorrow has broke no thing alone,
A pink starfish legs under waters,
Arms ever sinking into wet sands.
*As tides roll in, the sea birds whirl,
Exploding clouds of spray an' skirl.*
My soul, washes up, for granted,
Untook leftovers of the beached,
Endlessly salt dry things all alone,
Holey shells, driftwood, seaweed
And half buried, one pink starfish.
*As tides roll in, the sea birds whirl,
Exploding clouds of spray an' skirl.*
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
My vast heart views panoramas,
Of wide depths, open to oceans,
Sorrow has broke no thing alone,
A pink starfish legs under waters,
Arms ever sinking into wet sands.
*As tides roll in, the sea birds whirl,
Exploding clouds of spray an' skirl.*
My soul, washes up, for granted,
Untook leftovers of the beached,
Endlessly salt dry things all alone,
Holey shells, driftwood, seaweed
And half buried, one pink starfish.
*As tides roll in, the sea birds whirl,
Exploding clouds of spray an' skirl.*
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