A Tide That Comes In. Poem by Mountain Man

A Tide That Comes In.



You cannot be serious.
A dog with no chow.
A cat on its throne.
A forest screaming for its
A tide with no.
A day without a night becoming.
Tomorrow a tide becons for its shore.
A night never.
A week in
As the tide reaches out for its
A shore leave looking for.
Love in all the wrong..
{cont.}

Thursday, August 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 06 August 2015

love in all the wrong, good writing, thanks.

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