She sits on the wave paved rocks
and takes in the cold blowing wind.
With her hair up with shells and pearls
she is the beauty of the sea.
She sits there and wonders
"Who would ever love me"

But yet still she waits for her caller to find her.
While the wind pushes through
her long tangled locks
she embraces herself
as if it is his touch.

Now the glowing sun
has stopped shining
upon her emerald blue green scales
and the warmth she had once felt has set.

She dives back into her sea
but which she calls her prison.
To wait till the sun arises
and lavishes her once more.



Krystle McGee

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Nice write....

Your poetry gets better with time...WILL

WOW!

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