Crashing waves
Of a salty solitude
Wind whips at my face
But the longing cry
Of a far off whale
Urges me to remain
White water
Laps at my exposed feet
The ocean urges me
It tries to suck me in
I accept the cool embrace
Of a new home
Among the coral reef
The sand urges me deeper
Until I am engulfed
Water fills my lungs
I cannot breathe.
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poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
