The Rhythmic Sea
blue
swelling
waves that quench
the sun’s dry lips;
they wait for night to dance beneath the stars.
poem by Paul Callus (2015)

Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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blue
swelling
waves that quench
the sun’s dry lips;
they wait for night to dance beneath the stars.
poem by Paul Callus (2015)

Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian