The ocean waters flowing, ever flowing –
The sun-bedraggled shoreline glowing, glowing —
The boatman on his skiff there, slowly trawling,
The sunset, in its way and patience, crawling

The smell of ancient time, proterozoic –
The way all works in parallel, and stoic
Though we may be with how this life is going:
We see the truth when all is glowing

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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