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Free verse № 2252

To the Sea

Member since 2002 · Posted 20 May 2002 · 3 comments

Elemental: judge me unwise, I hope for the breaking of tides deeper and unblessed from the salt-crust lips, stinging at the kiss of the waves. Faithless: call me believer for in the swell I find currents, emotions, untested by light filtered, the palest green ghosts haunting the narrow shore. Swimmer: sense the sand-bar falling from reach to reach, grains tumbling, fingers failing to clutch the precious seconds of wave crests' passing bliss.

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 9-Jul-02/7:29 AM Reply
While you, Sir, may hope for the breaking of tides deeper and unblessed from the salt-crust lips, I hope merely for the breaking of wind richer and unsmelt from the brown-crust cheeks. Good day.
[8] OneFingerAnswer 9-Jul-02/8:41 PM Reply
As you already know, Dark Angel is an idiot. Good job.
[8] horus8 11-Jul-02/6:49 PM Reply
Salt creek surfing rules. killer danaa