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The morning fog rolls on in
Your board is waxed down from nose to fin
The roars before you
the sea mist and morning dew
before me the breaking dawn
standing with my morning yawn
My wet suit ready and dry
urges rising high
To ride the morning curls
as the water turns and twirls
gliding across the water as if in the sky
out at the swells I lie
Waiting for the perfect one
before me, the rising sun
To sit and do this everyday
I sure do hope that I may
- by AeonGenocide |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/24/2008 |
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- Title: Morning Glory
- Artist: AeonGenocide
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Description:
I wrote this remembering when I surfed in the mornings. And the title came to me after I finished the poem, as all my titles do.
This is my first submitting to Gaia, so please rate and Comment and tell me what you think of my work.
Thank you
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Aeon - Date: 07/24/2008
- Tags: surfingglory
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Comments (1 Comments)
- mkjhfd - 07/24/2008
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its really good
i feel like learning how to surf, now - Report As Spam