'Farewell, The Crimson Tide'
What beauty tolls the sky
So white in weeps
The suns own glare
Could not awake
For farethewell you speak
As crimson waves they take
As angels herald
A lost, forgotten, angel being soul.
©Nicolette Everett 1/18/08
Author notes
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Comments
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A very beautiful poem. Lovely imagery to make it a delightful read. Thank you for sharing. You take care, Sandy
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wow
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beautiful as always. I get lost in your poetry trying to figure out what it all means and then when I do, I am left with a "wow". great job. Short but filled with beautiful imagery.


