The wind blew, chilly again,
Salty, crisp, it rang in my ears,
The old man sitting on a seaworn bench
I was a bad friend.
Small crabs moved in the dunes' tiers,
Under new weight, the boards wrenched,
There we sat, two distant men,
I was a bad friend.
A lone gull waits, hovers,
Drifting along, in solidarity,
So did we in our parity,
The crabs crawl to cover.
The shadows twist, slowly,
We knew this wasn't the end,
I was a bad friend.















Devious Comments
i definitely like it and you wrote it well
sorry im not good with comments
nice work
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Poet,
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Frills.
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WE HAVE ONLY JUST BEGUN!!!!!!!!!!!
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And Shepherds we shall be.
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand,
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
So we shall flow a river forth to thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomini Patri, Et Fi
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