HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink
Where every eye but his own would shrink;
No music he hears but the billow’s noise,
And shells and weeds are his only toys.
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Such a sweetest poem, and so detailed about a sea-child.. An excellent choice for the Classic Poem Of The Day. Hurray! I truoy enjoyed the poem. Mesmerizing, worth to be read time and again. CONGRATULATIONS!
Billow's noise! ! ! ! And now his wandering feet can reach. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I absolutely loved this one. Beautifully and descriptively written! A fitting choice for POD.
It is really a very good poem. It reminds me of the past when I used to live far away from home. Continue writing. May you please comment on my poems as well.
Interesting poem. Well articulated.