BRING ME A SONG Waves are depositing debris of ocean glass smoothly polished. Bring me a song, notes to right wrong; natures rhythm firmly established. Waves are lapping at my bare feet, seagulls competing for the spoil. Notes to right wrong, bring me a song to orchestrate this daily toil. Waves are haunting nostalgia glimpse, my waking hours - tortuously. Bring me a song, notes to right wrong; second chance given fortuitously. Waves are carrying morning mist, wisps of peoples forgotten dreams. Notes to right wrong, bring me a song for the hearts with golden threat seems. © 2013 Suzette Richards
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 17:24:05 +0000
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