Ghosts Of The Sea Poem by Dean Meredith

Ghosts Of The Sea



She is the moon
And he is the sea
Without her he knows
He ceases to be
The sirens he hears
Were all sent by she
They are just fears
Ghosts that he flees
Wrecks on the beds
Shells of his seas

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