Our Nights Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

Our Nights



There might be Spanish guitars
Beyond an organza veiled balcony,
Where cicadas purr
In the hot, still night,
And the warm sand
Gently breathes the ocean
In and out forever.
There should be.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: ocean
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