Ocean
I had my pen and my paper
You were there in front of me
So beautiful and so violent
But I had nothing to say
So many times I have read of you
Dreamed of you
Heard of you
Spoke of you
But nothing to say when I first saw you
I shut my journal with one word penned
Ocean
I cried later
Copyright © Micah Freeman | Year Posted 2010
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