My eyes open
to the final moment.
An ending, but the
sky and the sea
now more desirable.
I move my lips
and make a sound.
An echo of summer,
along a feathered edge.
Tomorrows hopes
from the seashore.
Floating out to sea
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 
why is the ‘feathered’？Did you see seabirds on the seashore？
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What do you see?
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Someone has been looking at the sea. That person yelled at the vast room,summer has left,sometimes there are seabirds passing by between the sky and the ocean. And the sound echoes with the waves and the calls of seabirds.
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