Oceans of Words

Oceans of words
choppy seas
deserted shores,
walked I, while
she waited
inside
in empty halls
staring out
of the windows
of her heart,
My words like
white doves
flying about,entering
her heart, just as she
closed the doors
and windows
on her hope
of finding
a bottle,
containing a note
written by me,
having bobbed about
on oceans of words
and choppy seas
of my solitude..

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Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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