Is It Poetry
Shone The Sun - Poem by Is It Poetry
This is his place where the vast ocean ends
and before it, he was in it lost,
out too the distance from which
shone the sun
here once again, may it shine.
Walking along thus too part
between toes, washing off prints left behind.
And that place lofty is softy, it grows in the white,
covered by wind blowing sand.
Cool is that place dawns the sun
and crimson her fire, inside my heart ignites,
passion and flame once again.
That place moths and birds in order to warm
the kites flying high, long it's tail
which comes from his place by the sea, wishes from she.
We let us wish, let us do make, take too this place
and leave where the clouds, blow off smoke open minds.
Stern dissapprovel official's need approval
and dark is the distance that bends gentle minds.
The hollow where oceans meet, sweet is the
flower that grows,
does it pass us and lead us in order to greet us.
Measured and walking which walks with us walks,
the cloak of dark white,
the arrow it's need is probably thin where and with
whom it goes.
The place where the waves are meeting the shore
can you not see when it comes from both ends.
Like that it we'
Is measured and deep,
thus walking along which all we have seen
and yes all the things you have done.
Walking we move, walking they grew and walking around it
you knew and upon each shore which is always washed new
and we as the sand that the glass made so right,
So go the children go off in play, and they to us indicate,
the children all thay do,
and they know of that place where the ocean began,
there walking in sand on the oceans vast shore,
once we knew.
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