Sea (Remove filter)
The rising sun breaks the dawn…,
And at last … the mist has gone.
The caravan of the sun rays
Runs quickly on the sea surface.
The sea shines with silver and gold,
It’s a hold of different sounds
Which are the compounds of …
The seagulls cry telling “hi”,
The splashes of the waves
Loving to make new caves.
The warm breeze is so rowdy
And the seagulls are so naughty.
They dance ove...
Friday 31st October 2014 8:26 pm
of rotting wood
the pungent smell
long dead things
its aged frame
from its skin
to the shore
Friday 19th September 2014 7:28 pm