by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Apr 2018 482 Views 2 comments
Time
Time
wind my spirit
to weaving of the kelp in the ocean front
neither tossed nor torn
faultless
Time
define my days
as washed sand in tides ever passing
neither rage nor reckon
eternal
wind my spirit
to weaving of the kelp in the ocean front
neither tossed nor torn
faultless
Time
define my days
as washed sand in tides ever passing
neither rage nor reckon
eternal
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2018
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