The sea soars

I have no title,and I have no name.
Life is never the same.
Why oh, why is my life so gray?
Black,white,pain,strife rolling in my head.

Hopefully my choice isn't dead, my choice is love and all that's right.
The pain and strife is fading across the shore.
The sea is blue, like the moon.I can see the ocean soothes.
As I fly by day and float by night the pain and strife fades into the pitch black night.



Poetry by Sarah Parnes
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Written on 2010-08-04 at 03:54

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Awake for it is only a dream in which we grow! Well written, nice to the heartfelt lover having hope.
2010-08-04