Samstag, 17. April 2010

The shell

The cries of gulls, a roaring noise,
of tides brewing as waves rise,

Of songs of mermaids, and whistling gales,
of visions of ships with white sails.
Tall masts of wood gray,
waving in the winds banners gay.

And I put down the shell,
my heart for the blue ocean wail....
I wonder when I shall meet thee me friend,
till then my ear to your gift, the white shell I lend.

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