My hush-hushed secret,
rush-rush waves will tell you,
isn't a leaked taboo
of still, stale waters,
or worse, worry-wracked seas.
It's too simply my clipped
and unwary tale
of the calming ocean
I sensed when I waded
into the shallows
of your penetrating eyes.
4 comments:
This is plush-plush. But where is "wishwashed?"
~Kay
I'm saving wishwashed for a longer poem I'm working on.
I'll be looking for it.
;)
I just posted ti :).
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