The breeze that slowly caresses my face carries stories from the sea.
It carries the hushed whispers of lovesick sailors, whose bones lie in the abyss of the unknown.
The laughter of children, discovering the wonder of adventure, of travel.
The hopes of the rootless, the ones that search for a place to belong.
The shells that I pick from between the sand carry the voices of the sea.
The chants of overjoyed lovers, yearning to unite with their better half.
The screams of the drowned, eternally engulfed, to be forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
Never-resting bones
Poetrylet your mind wonder, let your heart tell you what it wants. let your hands write, write some poems and some chants.
