She came on the salty foam
of the icy sea.
She stayed a while
whispering close in my ear
while we slept.
She left,
every summer:
Back to the ocean
back to the turquoise tranquility
and the briny tang of fish.
Yet
she would return each coming winter,
and hang her coat on a peg,
and whisper:
"I love you."
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Poetry from my Soul
PoetryPoems (mostly free verse) that I write when I feel that I should. Thanks to @BrandonMull_Lover (https://www.wattpad.com/user/BrandonMull_Lover) for the inspiration. I try to update on a semi-daily basis. The chapter header photos are a photo of the...
