Soft and slow,
Sweeping and swishing.
Out you flow,
Searching and sneaking.
Dost thou know,
The prize you're seeking?
Oh, great joy!
Something you have touched!
A small boy,
Whose feet you clutch
And enjoy.
You have found your prize.
Return, sea
To your home down south.
Quiet the plea
That foams at your mouth.
We know thee
Are e'er in pursuit.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Collection of Works
De TodoA collection of literary works written by me. I hope you guys enjoy them! Feedback is appreciated and criticism is as well. :)
