Poetry from a Time Forgotten : On the shoreline

Sunday, December 16, 2007

On the shoreline

The sea breathes, Mother Nature's womb swells. The moon is a ghostly companion controlling her every mood. I sit on an abandoned shoreline, fixing my gaze on time in a broken bottle. The wind speaks, crackling palm trees in disarray, as if objecting to the eerie gray sky, the changes crashing to... Sign in to see full entry.

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