Urban Soul
In the rhythmic swishing
of the dawn's ebb tide
that hesitantly leaves
the soft, sandy shoal,
something there hushes
down the cold turmoil,
the trembling, the fear
of the weary, urban soul.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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