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Atop a high cliff, on a tall rock,
I stood there looking over the horizon.
The sun was setting, the air was chilly
And the waves were pounding against the shore.
The seagulls cried to each other,
Gossiping about the weather, their kids.
And below them, the sea was noisy;
As though in mourning
For something lost.
At last, it settles, the gulls are gone,
The air is chillier, and I must leave.
My village awaits me,
The sea is calm again, and I
Am at peace,
Just as the ocean is.
- by La Cerise Noire |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/25/2008 |
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- Title: Crushing Waves
- Artist: La Cerise Noire
- Description: I came up with this after I read a book. It reminded me of when I was at the beach, so i wrote it down.
- Date: 07/25/2008
- Tags: waves
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Comments (1 Comments)
- ThA AzN DeViL - 07/25/2008
- Its okay, i would say dont talk about the seagulls in the 2nd verse, when your the main person, cause it skips from you to the seagulls to you, which will leave people confused (if their dumb) but good poem. im a harsh critic sorry xD
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