Sea Tides
When wind swept the oceans floor
Emerging memories along the shore
In oblivion it closeth the door
Where lies the past stature
And in the depth of the coast
Where once the broken lost
Torn in pieces, angst and milled
By the billows it was killed.
Yet the heart was stout and brave
It feareth not the emblem of grave
For though the pains had sung its songs
Still the faith seems strong.
Copyright © Ruth Wrights | Year Posted 2016
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