I wish my flowing tears; stood witness, <br />to a crashing loneliness, in this cess. <br />O'had we not made a forsaken start, <br />and none had bet for a broken heart. <br />Hopes, heart, dashed to bits on distant isles, <br />to impassable barriers of a million miles. <br />The armada's hopeless tryst with far-off rifts, <br />stands alone, cluthing, fistful sands, as it drifts. <br />Lost to anguish, hurting wistful desires, <br />ambers doused afore the raging fires. <br />I wish those memories; would just wash, <br />spare me the pain and enduring splosh. <br />Heaven intercede, to completely erase, <br />the mindless waves, sadness and craze. <br /> <br />Original <br />06 0510 <br />buraydah-ksa<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-timeless-surf-0605-2010/
