*Morning people shelling in
drafts of ocean breath , a compelling blue visage housing
the lonely , the lovers , the forlorn
an the unaddressed
Sandpipers hammer for their dawn feast
Laughing gulls hover before me
The blue plane speaks of eternity
Crashing waves recall bitter journeys
New sun speaks of redemption , of
seashore nurture and admonition* ...
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
*Morning people shelling in
drafts of ocean breath , a compelling blue visage housing
the lonely , the lovers , the forlorn
an the unaddressed
Sandpipers hammer for their dawn feast
Laughing gulls hover before me
The blue plane speaks of eternity
Crashing waves recall bitter journeys
New sun speaks of redemption , of
seashore nurture and admonition* ...
Copyright February 24 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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