Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing
Where the starlike sea gulls soar;
The sun was keen and the foam was blowing
High on the rocky shore.
But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in resistless yearning
Are broken forevermore.
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I liked your poem Sara, I think you did a great job illustrating the main point. It was short and sweet, but don’t focus so much on the rhyming. There were many great poems aknowledged that didn’t rhyme. Keep up the great work!!!