Waiting.
The tide slowly come in.
Scanning the coast line
for the one who said he loved her.
Who said they would
always be together.
He would meet her at the rising sun,
to go far from here, a new beginning,
a new start far from the pain.
Scanning the beach in the setting sun
She waits.
Waiting.
Author notes
Image credit
Artist: Marta Dahlig’s
Painting Name: Umbrella Sky
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"She waits.
Waiting."
I am not sure that needs to be stated twice. Other than that I thought this was pretty decent. I got a little bit of what I was wanting here.
good job!
Criss -
I really really really like this poem. The emotion is very clear and I would have to say my favorite part of the poem is He would meet her at the rising sun. I really like the wording. Great work
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Merry meet,
Thank you for your comments. I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem.
Amythest
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