Yep, the beach...

The Music of the Beach

The waves come on shore
and leave fragments of things
Fragments of things
Not to be missed
Rotten wood, bottles
and other former treasures
All left to do nothing
but wait for eternity

They sigh in rhythem
with the ocean
The water swirls around
the broken bits
Leaving more of the forgotten
to make the music of the beach

Gulls add their harsh cries
to the natural beat
Leaves hang on trees
swaying with the wind
Grains of sand glitter
in the final rays of the dying sun
But the music doesn't stop

Words by IronicBanana
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Written on 2006-01-28 at 16:15

Tags Ocean  Music  Beach 

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WONDROUS! clau...... i mean /poeticprocrastination/ (i assume those mean italic but not sure) already took my word so that'll have to stand weakly in the presence of such a masterful (ha-ha!) piece of art!

BEAUTIFUL!!! I like this poem!!