Down De Ocean
A wave breaks as a seagull rises from the foam,A sudden breeze suggests a possible storm.
The sun bakes the sand while clouds billow like lost balloons,
A distant ship rests in the palm of my hand,
Quiet is the only thing I hear...
Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney
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