The Seaside Poem by Christoph Praus

The Seaside



Waves along the marching sands,
Trailing their glittering and flows,
A cawking whirling mass of fellows,
Wings hotly on the shore;

And brightly, sure,
Among the narrows deep,
And lonely too their sorrows,
That they would so dearly keep.

Saturday, February 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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