Waves Ashore
The waters purl like a soft parade,
caressing the crudest of grains ashore,
with no straws nor barricades...
cascades a tribute to the bygone lore
who's song once sung but now no more.
Therein I lie where the wind is low,
and tranquility in all its keep i hold,
bequeath me slow...
as it does into me so it seeps,
words and whispers, forecasting
dreams.
Copyright © Carmael William | Year Posted 2019
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