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Poetry from the Corner of Barbara Kasey Smith’s World:
The oceans beat soothes my soul
waves stroke my brow makes me whole.
Tear drops…fall into the deep
flows with surges as I weep.
I wonder where they will go
maybe to a land I do not know.
Will the hurt sting folks who receive
like the hurt and pain swallowed me?
Sobs come from within the heart
sanities trigger them to depart.
A soul commands boundless peace
tending until a positive release.
Oceanic whiffs torture my reasons
binds my soul as in a prison.
Love is stuck there within my essence
implores condolence to my ambiance.
Passion is not supposed to offend
but fill with contentment and amend.
The oceans beat soothes my soul
waves stroke my brow makes me whole.
Tear drops…fall into the deep…
flows with surges as I weep.
Waves caress a broken temperament
washing away sludge and sediment.
Writer, Barbara Kasey Smith, Poem – Copyright 2016 – Use by Permission Only.