What shall I write upon this sea,
that like a canvas vast awaits?
Blank and tantalisingly,
after a storm finally abates?
Like silver parchment gently spread,
into the unknown distance;
Leading, in its wake, a thread
of thought, to paths of least resistance.
Then, cloudy shadows cast their prints,
upon the worthy scroll below;
Etchng signs of hope with hints,
of love for now and evermore.
Those placid shadows on the sea,
bring shade and solace home to me.
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Your poem reads with the rhythm of the tides caressing the shore. Lovely!