I lounge in the crook of the wall,
feel the beams of encompassing warmth,
they swallow me up,
into oblivion.
The wall compassionately shelters me,
from the biting breeze,
almost nurturing.
Seagulls swoop and dive on updrafts,
calling to the wind.
Gravel crunches under feet.
Waves wash old memories away.
The harbor sparkles,
a beautiful foreground to the majestic city,
Wellington,
the heart of the long white cloud.
3 comments:
I really like how you write the last stanza.
The harbor sparkles,
a beautiful foreground to the majestic city,
Wellington,
the heart of the long white cloud.
It has some amazing descriptive language.
This is an inspiring piece of art. it truly is the best words in the best order.
I mean, listen to this
'The harbor sparkles,
a beautiful foreground to the majestic city'
it is just amazing!
Shot Finnegan, I really like the style also the first stanza is really intriguing. You set the scene really well.
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