Odd Line Lyrical Writings

New-age poetry for the odd at heart now with Short Stories

Sad Ocean

The ocean is sad

It cries every day

Lapping for attention from the world

 

Like tears the ocean is salty

Unlimited water to the bluest depth

Sorrow at those depts

 

The ocean is not shallow

It will not judge you by your looks

It makes is choice by deeper inspection

 

Cry does the ocean blue

As it slowly turns away from us

Peaks a white hang still

 

Hush now waves

Care will be taken when we ride them

Cry no more, by wave good morning and good night

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