The sad Island
Lapping lapping shores of plenty
Feeds me wildly
Leaves me empty
Far and near the waves they splash
Darting swimming
Away they dash
Returning home
At sunsets dawn
Leaves my dry
I'm just its pawn
In a game i always lose
Every day
She gets to chose
When to come and when to go
No thought for me....
The tides too slow
Copyright © David Lawson | Year Posted 2024
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