the waves are old friends
they reach out their foam fingers,
and I'm a goner.
to black and salty
to blue and endless unknown
to green and shallow
all seen beauty there-
a better home for dreamers
for sailors, for whims
blue-bellies and silver scales
rocks under storms dissuade weak,
peace, for battered souls.
(A/N: every stanza is in haiku format)
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NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poetrywhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
