Azure waters cry
for a swift canoe, for
a swimmer or two, for
children's squeal of delight,
for the gentle splash of
baited hook, for
a soft sigh of content.
Azure waters cry for
one last fling, before
the weather breaks,
the leaves fall, the
winter winds come seeking
any niche of entry.
Something magical takes over when you write about water Dallas. You must have the spirit of the seas coursing through your heart. You should take all your sea and water poems and condense them into a book and publish them. "Water Colors" by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary. Something like that. I can see it now.
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