Levels of the Sea
Thunder much like a Greek God
It resonates through my ears,
It causes me to bear a grin
Deep sapphire lies out like the land,
Wreaking of aged salt
The crescents of impure white disintegrate,
When adjusting to the actual level,
The level of the sea.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2009
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