47th Weekly Poetry Contest winner: A Crab Scuttles Across The Velvety Mustard Sand, And Disappears Into The Sea Foam

by skylarlynch

Upon the golden eve at morn

A sailor floats upon the shore

And eagle's beak do burn the sun

Where phoenix feathers sprout

And wave upon a frothy wave

Do scuttle to and fro

And midnight rock do hold acrock

Where cocker shells may grow

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