The seductive sound of ephemeral joy,
To it I drink, bottles of wine,
As I hear what I long,
Tempest of music flooded in the sea!
Sea of song,
Lyrics a ship,
Words the sailors,
Soothing music, the gentle wind!
The waves then collide,
A fearsome battle they start to rage,
When in profusion nature, clash its might,
The tenor to one, strong…too strong…
The reflection of other, repulsive!
Then the sun, shines in bright morning,
Lighting the dark, comforting the confront,
As sea gulls and albatross, rules the sky,
To view how nature, clash and die!
4 comments:
clash ,this word is murderer.
hehe...yeah...but still...doesn't it suit the poem?
yes, no doubt!!!! it does.....
thank you thank you...and what about commenting on Poetry, a word game and Wait again? :-p
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