Dance of the Tides
(11/04/2017)
The tides will not wait,
for the hearts of men.
They dance with naked stars,
and have no shame in sin.
They ride the waves of eternity,
cutting a path of faith;
content in lunar harmony,
loved by the moonbeam wraith.
A boundary set between worlds,
salt and sand collide.
No force can bring an end,
to the ballet of the tide.
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Legacy Collection by MystresMyna
PoetryMystresMyna is our official Mystres of Chatter here at the Pub. This is a collection of her favorite poems and hopes that it brings cheer to those who read.
