#WritcoPoemPrompt57
It's also nice to listen to the sound of the waves every spring,
Especially when our hearts are drenched with stings,
Strange as it can be when you cling,
Now I know why you flap your wings,
I listen to the chatter my quiet soul.
The depth of my feelings as I grow old
and cling to the touch that I still hold.

Don't want me to...