Open Poetry #40 |
Coastal Odyssey |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
A village rests Off the coasts ridges Where the wolves sleep As the air creeps From the indented caves That chisels the lands sea scope. A land that sees little Yet bares everything The worlds lens could Wish for. A village that designs The winds direction, And rises the sun With its sensual touch. A village that lives Off the coast, Stretching its horizon As dusk tames the Wolves’ cackles. |
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