Drift wood


Drift woods marks this shore line

Near the foot of this old bridge

The place I come to and think

Each stroke of water on the shore

Filling me up

The steady caress I need

At times like these

Water kissing these stones

And over time, melting away

The most stubborn rock

As it patience alone

Can ear away the mightiest fortress

Or make a man like me into a hero

This place filled with hope

And the scent of green

This time of year,

Sunsets drawing closed the curtains of night

A kiss before I sleep

Stirring up in me forgotten

Passions I feel deep inside

Even as I rise again to go.

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