My songs are like small grains of sand
Tossed in the sea of days
Small pebbles from my shaky hand
Cast toward hidden cays
Each poem makes a tiny sound
As waters ebb and flow
Will they be heard or even found
I may not ever know
Yet just as turtles seek to nest
And seagulls need to soar
So I must toss my offered best
Till I can sing no more.
To my Favourites, thank you for sharing this precious poem
Simply said, but rhymed at best! 5 Stars full for this so beautiful Song-poem, gorgeous write! I have enjoyed immensely this fascinating poem
Yes indeed those grains of sand have washed up across the Atlantic, your poems are gemstones! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fascinating poem with illustrious poetic beauty.....just magnificent. loved it.5 stars.