Foretold is a sound.
As the water meets the land.
And the sea meets the sound.
There be a longing.
For a song.
Foretold is a sound.
As the land meets the sky.
Time passes on by.
There be a calling.
For the awaited morning.
Foretold is a sound.
As the Sun meets the moon.
It has all gone too soon,
Another day is gone.
Foretold is a sound.
The sound of my heart beating again.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | November 24, 2009 - 12:03
I like, very much, the repetition in this, Shackford. It works effectively. Enjoyed;-)
Tina
InspiredWriter | November 24, 2009 - 14:59
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