Tides of Mysticism

June 3, 2010
By poeticjunkie93 GOLD, Chesterfield, Missouri
poeticjunkie93 GOLD, Chesterfield, Missouri
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The ocean’s water settles in the morn’
Dripping off the docks
Filling puddles in the sand
Forming tears on the rocks
From out of the mist
Come girls in lilac frocks
Ascending like ghosts
Water tangled in their locks
Turn to find life beyond the shore
In a past forever last


The author's comments:
This poem also came to me in a collection of images rather than through a feeling, I'm still going through it trying to interpret the meaning behind the scene i've described

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