Here comes the balmy zephyr
leaves rustling from its whistle
stirring those in the arms of Morpheus
leaving onto their hands
whatever may betide them
feather touching the quiet seas
ruffling the cerulean flat surface
to stir life under the deep
‘tis the calmness I have long waited

©️Winnie, Musings

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Day 4 of August Falls Poetry Challenge 2019.

Word prompt: Quiet Seas