twilit waves
sun-scented skina mind soothed,
caressed by summer's breath
I hear the voice of mother Ocean
her love whispered
with every gentle wave
a song of seaweed and serenity
sun's blushing light slowly drifting
like my dreams
across the dunes
night comes
yet I remain here
humming
the song she sang
Poetry by Alice Fern
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Written on 2009-07-26 at 13:50
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