Count your blessings,
he scolded me sternly
Stop complaining.
Remember how easy
your life is…
But still the waves
swell and surge.
Dark clouds drape
the eastern sky.
The colors of the sea
fading as I
am carried further
from the shore.
he scolded me sternly
Stop complaining.
Remember how easy
your life is…
But still the waves
swell and surge.
Dark clouds drape
the eastern sky.
The colors of the sea
fading as I
am carried further
from the shore.
text and photo copyright Rhonda Prince 2009
great poem... mar adentro, perfect title...describes what can't be seen. thank you!
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another great poem from rhonda. i need to rework some and send better ones.
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