Sitting by the shore

Sitting by the shore
laving memories with its mist
adopting the feel of the seagulls
watching over the waves

Them little waves
sisters of the soul
sparkles from heaven
emeralds of the pure

Looking ahead to the ocean
bringing the rhythm to devotion
lamp lit to show the way
to the secrets of the sand


Parsing the wind
looking for its effect
on the breeze-less lives
among the whispers
of the seagulls

By aurumium

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