![]() Love Sonnet XXVIIA Poem by redzone![]() ....oh those crashing waves![]() Love
Sonnet XXVII In the
time of Neruda, he spoke of La
Isla Negra, where sand
got into everything, and a
coconut breeze scented your hair. I
walked these sands, hand in
hand with you as we laughed
at receding waves and
Terns running helter- skelter
everywhere, awking at our
intrusion. But, their language, while
loud and filled with anger,
was no match for the
clash of waves, dashing our
love on those rocky shores. Aztec
Warrior / redzone 12.30.2024 © 2024 redzoneAuthor's Note
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