Sitting by the sea side
I watch the late hour ocean tide
As the pale moonlight shimmers on the break of waves
And I think to myself
What is such beauty worth in such chaos
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoesíaComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
Ocean Side
Sitting by the sea side
I watch the late hour ocean tide
As the pale moonlight shimmers on the break of waves
And I think to myself
What is such beauty worth in such chaos
