Horizons end as sea beds bend…
The sea breeze fades as seagulls wade…
An empty boat…
A shadow to loathe…
The depth of sea
A barren tree…
As earth and sky appear to meet…
And end…
… Lonely, lost, afraid and hurt…
….my spirit’s flesh sustains the burn…
matthewedanolivernpalma--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem