Free Verse, My Poetry

The Shores of Nature’s Rest

Dark the thoughts that slam my mind when light has faded dark

Communication turns into a dark and loathsome goal

Morning comes with virgin rays and all I feel is sickness

Tepid thoughts assail my frame and weigh upon my soul

Off I walk into the green, to heal within the wood

Alone beneath the clouds, resting in the shade

Constant waves massage my mind – I gaze at beauty’s good

On the shores of nature’s rest, I come to pray and wade

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