It runs For the shore
like A young child.
It calls
Speaking in foreign tongues,
Of distant unknown lands it once attended.
It sighs serenely
Against the rocks;
Like a tired, aching mother.
I come closer
And, startled by my company,
It flees in a cloud of mist
For another shore.
like A young child.
It calls
Speaking in foreign tongues,
Of distant unknown lands it once attended.
It sighs serenely
Against the rocks;
Like a tired, aching mother.
I come closer
And, startled by my company,
It flees in a cloud of mist
For another shore.
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