Near the sea immersed forever
Hiding from inclement weather
A shelter from a stormy night
a rounded cove, or haven might
Follow the streams of dreams together,
healing water from a saintly spring
A mystical castle sits on legend,
but still feelings grow within
Blowing wind, rushing south
moulds trees in a twistly twine
gnarled onto a steep incline
See an exotic bird mid-flight
a humming bird or a kite
Dip your feet and feel the power
in the land that mystical earth embowers
By Sam
a rounded cove, or haven might’
Parisian Poetry 