Sea by Ann Wood
The sea is azure blue, and the waves in it are women who have escaped from family shackles.The sea is stormy today, and the waves break on the shore, and its waters wash over the rocks.
Oh, how I miss the sea, and the song of the fishermen swimming in their little fishing boats on it.
The sea is rough today, and a lone fishing boat is wandering on its waves.
The waves of the sea are women who escaped from family bonds, come a wave and you stand up, and forget about family bonds.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2023-06-18 at 15:58
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