The ill winds
of fate
keep howling
straddling
the sea shore
attacking
the water
causing the
tide to
become
nervous
angry screams
are heard
echoes crying
in the
night
ever gathering
fragments
carrying them
afar
causing
my search
to
continue.
heather burns
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Big 10 for lovely write. Winds carry both fragrance and scary tides. Four 'A' help when winds of ill fate give a fatal blow......Admit, accept, act and attitude.
and i think it is unending search as ride of life is a ride of dread/ well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loneliness can't wait for the search.