The Sea And Gulls At Lizard's Point

Poem By Phil Lowe

Every colour blue chopped with
sparkling bracelets of sunlight.
Foam constant on wind dashed rocks;
the manacles of Neptune’s deepest deep.
Gulls swirl of whitest white by buffets
dipped in shafts of light.

Comments about The Sea And Gulls At Lizard's Point

the greatest glory to arrive into Nature's heart seeing all saying the words of praise feeling home at last after so many lives wandering a wonderful poem

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