tides change but the ocean stays the same.
The wind blows over in syllables, and in notes hewn in brass and stings-
At the mouth of a river a young boy stinks a rock beneath the waves and watches them until the reached the middle of the sea
witch surged with force then that although the tides had changed
the ocean still ran the same course the syllables formed words, then the brass and stings became music
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nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (
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I love "wind blows over in syllables" and "notes hewn in brass and stings" did you mean strings? Perhaps a little typo. Beautiful analogy throughout.
yes i did mean strings and thank you for your comment glad u enjoyed
That’s really good. Whoever is helping w your style , please send him my way?
its a her. my English teacher, im using different styles She taught us
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