the ocean belongs to no one
but
devours the edge of continents
wind rain and storms
shape her shores
wax and wane their icy moons
grant ghosts the chance
to whisper to clouds
yet
time hurl her spears
through mankind
because
the ocean belongs to no one
Poetry
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“wax and wane their icy moons
grant ghosts the chance
to whisper to clouds”
Quite poetic these lines thrill any one with an an eye and ear to poetry! Very nice rendering on an important content the erosion! I like it ,the beautiful way it explains the theme!