This something I came up with after living in Pensacola, Florida and thinking that the waves and oceans showed the proverbial meaning of life. A Beautiful Old Woman and the Sea by NahilaCsemaJ Sometimes we view the sea as a thing of beauty. Other times we view the sea as melancholy. For we know looking out at the sea It is only a matter of time until our final waves washes in. You can see the seas resounding immortality, bestowing shells to always here. Though every time she waves in, She takes with her the solemn truth. She cast a spell on our senses, with her mist and salty spray. She defrays us from noticing the real truth One day she will carry us to our grave. Oh, the romance that has been bestowed upon her beaches. Like those absorbed young lovers under the concealment of the moon frolicking in the sand. Then they are those like the beautiful but yet old woman, that just stands and looks for her end. You see, they two were lovers in a time that has been washed away. Her skin is now weathered from the years and there are no regrets streaming down her face. But she stands as the waves lick her feet waiting for the sea to bring her to him. She walks out afar from the beach with memories of yesteryears. Her sun hat drifts on currents and undulate with the waves And she slips beneath the sea smiling knowing this will be her final day. On the shore new lovers takes their place. Oblivious to the fact that one day, One will stand just as she.
Posted on: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 23:29:06 +0000
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