Across the sunlit sea, Delilah, turned her eyes
and stood for hours, for uncounted years,
no matter how strong the waves would rise
they could not reach or wash away her tears.
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'At times she'd kneel and clutch the hardened sand, a wisp of wind might tress her raven hair, her body stroked by dusk's seductive hand then rest beneath the falling midnight air' - loved this imagery, drawn with perfection.
A nice title adds to the beauty of the body of this poem. 'a shadow world where phantom voices sing their words dispersed by weak eternal sighs' - an excellent depiction. '
Ever so deeply and powerfully painted! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing this! .. Ever so many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++