Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Away With The Waves - Poem by Not Long Left

Whispering waves,
Frothy foam finds my feet.
Golden sands like glitter
sparkles on my hands.
Moon spills itself onto
the ocean.
Salty sniffles from fresh
atlantic air-
like lovers breath upon my hair.
Murmaids purse,
washes upon the shore.
The waves soon weaken
slowly they come and go-
The smooth flow
meditates the mind.
Prepares and rest it
before the ruturn...
To the busy, bustling
rushing, sweaty, smoggy
stressed out, screaming
scheming place that
I call home.

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  • (4/21/2006 4:46:00 PM)

    The calm before the storm, You have shown much tallent again and you have a real abillity to conect with the reader, such emotion, Love Duncan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 21, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, April 21, 2006

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