By: James G. Piatt Teal colored waves, bursting over mossy rocks, The never-ending sea tossing white foamed sweet Moisture high into the air, fleeting drops of brine Upon my face, awaken my drifting senses. The eternal tide of the ocean, softly…
By: James G. Piatt Teal colored waves, bursting over mossy rocks, The never-ending sea tossing white foamed sweet Moisture high into the air, fleeting drops of brine Upon my face, awaken my drifting senses. The eternal tide of the ocean, softly…