Drift Wood
Compare thee to drift wood
Floating bobbing endless sea
Years of soaking choking salt
Moon light and sun stroke
Waiting years for storm to brew
Bring me drifting to you
Landing gentle on your golden sand
You pick me up and hold my hand
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2018
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