Caves
I heard the ocean breaking on the shore
Great tumbling tides and tossing crests that flew;
Across this concave shell-form, and the roar
Of breakers, wind-crested along the blue.
I heard the notes of the receding waves
The sound of green moss, rounded by the sea,
A song lingering in the glassy caves
As music plays us like a melody.
(Late for Contest)
Copyright © Norma Arana | Year Posted 2016
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