Place of far off peril

by Italian Boy Lover

Just a little something i wrote in class the other day... i was bored please R&R tamara :

Place of far off peril

The tides of life lapping at my feet.

Sun shining on my form,

casting a shadow of grief upon milky white perfection.

Clouds float with the breeze above while gulls pledge an eerie anthem to the heavens.

Times of peril seem all so distant,

in the past;

so far away.

The tides of life lapping at my feet.

A/N:

I wrote this poem a couple months ago in my class... its not that good but for some reason i wanted to share it. R&R people also a note on my other story "Gone & Empty" it may be alittle while before chapt 2 is up... don't be mad at me [:

~tamara