The ill winds of fate
keeps on howling straddling
attacks the sea shore
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Such a lovely poem for a moment I stood at sea shore and felt the sound and wandered within my thought
Poem with a great meaning..Yes, very truly said, our life journey itself is full of storms, tide. Only its not heard outside..Loved it.
You called spade a spade - thoughts and troubles are countless of which every human needs to endear in the journey of life (may be ocean of life) . Well written verse by Heather. My regards to her.....
When the storm comes, one can only wait for the calm. A great poem.