Caricamento in corso...
Northeaster, by Winslow Homer
ElidethAbreu

**Upon Thy Waves**

 
 
I surf the crests of your ethereal tides,
A droplet adrift in a boundless ocean’s guise.
Like dew upon a leaf, I softly glide,
As morning’s songbird in the dawn’s embrace.
 
Your whisperings caress my willing soul,
A soothing serenade that fills my core.
Your laughter echoes, washing me whole,
As gentle as the ebb and flow of yore.
 
I’m lost within your depths, a vessel frail,
Guided by your currents, where destinies sail.
In your embrace, I find eternal grace,
A love that lingers, leaving no trace.

# Waves

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