Atlantic Thoughts

by Maple Tree   Apr 25, 2017

Upon a tale of twisted turns
the aroma of salted tears
scattered me to an ocean,
far away.

I begged for hushes,
those silent pauses
that never came,
that day.

Bathing with sharks
was acceptable back then
for I was a vixen; some
would say.

Scattered Nightingale
whirlwind at best
just a love song unwritten,
by the bay.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautiful as always

  • 1 year ago

    by Fredy Sanchez

    Great piece, concise yet profound! Love it

  • 1 year ago

    by Michael

    Once again Andrea a wonderful piece :)


  • 1 year ago

    by Pagan Paul

    That first line really draws the reader in to the poem.
    Nice ink my friend :)

  • 1 year ago

    by Phil

    Fantastic work as always

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