So To Drift
Seems so long ago now, parched as we were in
Scorching heat - followed coastal path of
Seclusion, quenching thirst I cupped my hands,
Reached down to where water springs from
Out of ground...shed a few tears at view of
Nirvana found my mind so buoyant at nature's
Purest sounds. Striving on now leaves me
Breathless, delight in lyrical gratification reached,
Created by emotion of ocean's muse...when sinewy
Vibrations resound in tumbling forceful waves,
Then! Echoes of this poem drift on shores of papery white.
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