Streams of thought
oceans of meaning
flowing forth
waves cresting
reverie breaking
words escaping
riding the tide
skimming the sand
grains sifting
lines shifting
metaphors mixing
emotions drifting
sinking
softening
melding sand to toe
warmth's overflow . . .
and the conch shells know
love's wind will blow
earth's heat
salty sweet
raw whispers
in their ears.
2 comments:
'sinking; softening; melding sand to toe; warmth's overflow' - I just loved the way these lines changed the pace and then the remaining lines left me with a sense of bittersweet. 'Raw whispers in their ears' - one could reflect on just these few words for quite some time. Simply beautiful.
Thank you very much. :)
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