The foams gathered;
white formation,
on you lathered.
Breath on halt, suspension.
Dark waves
swept to the side,
like a crown that saves
your regal tide.
The breeze blew
and I, intoxicated.
In awe, unreciprocated.
-m.b
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
The foams gathered;
white formation,
on you lathered.
Breath on halt, suspension.
Dark waves
swept to the side,
like a crown that saves
your regal tide.
The breeze blew
and I, intoxicated.
In awe, unreciprocated.
-m.b
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