LH ( / Scarborough, Tobago)


Content to remain annelid,
I trawl the constellated spaces of others
to somewhere find,
rediscover somehow,
that voice which I was wont to hear so clearly
Has vanished as would the sea's salted foam
wind-whipped atop a rogue wave.

by Lynette Hazel

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Awesome! A few powerful words that clearly shows your deepness and talent! 10+++ I like it very much! Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!