WATERS EDGE
by
J J
Still born waves of morn, exposes forth her cavernous caves.
distant her vision as she churns the water of her ways.
Outspread her froth as an under tow of worrisome woe.
Thunderous her tyranny as she flushes of scarlet flood
the sand upon the winding shore laid silent
as it becomes a stone wall of muddy scarred fragmented glass
Shuttering clouds crowd the skies
thunderous waves sound of cries
outflowed from them their
tempos tide.
Morn comes to pass
and so does her immortal tongue,
the oak of the earth is soaked,
as the salt rumbles now in her throat .
Sublime her anger recedes the shore its rescue
as does the sky to reveal its shade of colored blue.
Peaceful the water of night
day returns, raging her waters from the heated sun.
A tidal wave, her only refuge.
distant her vision as she churns the water of her ways.
Outspread her froth as an under tow of worrisome woe.
Thunderous her tyranny as she flushes of scarlet flood
the sand upon the winding shore laid silent
as it becomes a stone wall of muddy scarred fragmented glass
Shuttering clouds crowd the skies
thunderous waves sound of cries
outflowed from them their
tempos tide.
Morn comes to pass
and so does her immortal tongue,
the oak of the earth is soaked,
as the salt rumbles now in her throat .
Sublime her anger recedes the shore its rescue
as does the sky to reveal its shade of colored blue.
Peaceful the water of night
day returns, raging her waters from the heated sun.
A tidal wave, her only refuge.
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Still born waves of morn, exposes forth her cavernous caves.
distant her vision as she churns the water of her ways.
Outspread her froth as an under tow of worrisome woe.
Thunderous her tyranny as she flushes of scarlet flood
the sand upon the winding shore laid silent
as it becomes a stone wall of muddy scarred fragmented glass
Shuttering clouds crowd the skies
thunderous waves sound of cries
outflowed from them their
tempos tide.
Morn comes to pass
and so does her immortal tongue,
the oak of the earth is soaked,
as the salt rumbles now in her throat .
Sublime her anger recedes the shore its rescue
as does the sky to reveal its shade of colored blue.
Peaceful the water of night
day returns, raging her waters from the heated sun.
A tidal wave, her only refuge.
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very good,,nice to read
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