THE WAIF.


Nature’s graveyard
slashing fury a pounding
waves, unbridled mystery.
Lamenting wail for a love consumed aeons ago
might it be; yet grieving
still she be. Be not
alarmed for a tormented
soul ’tis seems lost in
reverie…love everlasting
’twill seem. Fair maiden
thy lyrical call how
hauntingly sad it be
depths of a longing love
abed at sea. Perchance
one might meet
THE WAIF be not discouraged
be not dismayed for ’tis a
beauty of love’s lamenting,
a love for eternity.
©️PSA 18/2/21.





		
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