I sit by the sea
it whispers to me,
secrets I’ve heard
a long time ago.
Between echo and wave,
glimmers I hold
of stories told.
In which Heroines,
alone, rode in the wind
their tale to be sung.
A long white veil
draped on my face.
The wild mist before
dancing on the shore.
Soaring the seagulls
call to the sea.
Their cry arcane
cuts through to my bone.
oona's looking glass 
A amazing poem. My favorite topic. The sea.
Thank you for your enthusiasm toward my work!
You are welcome.
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Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.