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I’m soothed, I’m cheered up;
For me the sea craves.
Spread are for me its blue wings,
With my frame, I feel the waves.
The sea misses me…it wants to lick
My bare skin, like a fish.
Spread are for me its blue wings,
Clouds will fly by - what a wish!
I own a Gothic sand palace.
The pearly sun’s drifted by the waves.
Once the passion was not exotic,
The sea raged with the lack of the faith.
I’ve been approaching it for a year,
The sea’s soothed, for me it craves.
Spread are for me its blue wings,
With my frame I feel the waves.
I own a Gothic palace.
That’s my only treasure – my wealth.
Spread are for me the blue wings,
And I hear the waves’ breath.
Tsira Gogeshvili
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Andrew Blakemore (11/28/2008 5:24:00 PM)
I love poems of the sea and yours is no exception. Great write my friend. Best wishes, Andrew |
Mark Nwagwu (11/15/2008 3:11:00 AM)
poetry gives us heaven on earth, so readily, oh so easily -
for me the sea craves
spread for me its blue wings
with my frame i feel the waves
serene, sublime, pure honeyed words
10+
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