By: Heather Jo Besley
To move without effort
Elegance, ease
Wind tossed and light
Sweet spray of the sea
Perfect or poor
To wait? To leave?
Decide; abide
With a quivering lip
As the blue ocean sighs
Story Tags: contest entry || Heather Jo Besley || poem || poetry || Waver
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