A Prelude
A Prelude
When I was four,
I found a periwinkle on the shore.
Many waves have washed by since,
And carried different wonders by,
And then away, once more.
Gentle hands caress my soul now.
I think on where I've been.
Oh, how those waves caress my soul now,
As I long for you again.
What is this?
What treasures bright and new
Await the child?
What...
Bliss?
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2021
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