While looking alone
when standing
he watches as the waves
wash it all slowly in and out
and currant is wind
leaving the shore fresh and washed
as foam flies past each face
a peaceful calm
comes before the storm.
Hi, Yes it so, storms too are born from peaceful calmness.... 10.... /Thanks for yesterday's beautiful 'parody'/ Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great descriptions of the ocean. Liked your poem a lot. *~Layla Stone~*