March 18, 2014 by Benjamin Thomas
Over time and distance travail,
We ran with the bellows of the wind.
On it’s expansive wings we set sail;
Unto venerable sea, fell prey to relentless tides of ecstasy.
© Copyright 2014
Posted in Poetic Bloomings | Tagged love, poetry, romance, sea, tide | Leave a Comment
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