White waves rolling high,
My smiles reflect in the sky.
These sands store several imprints,
Sometimes they fit, some misfits.
The sound of the sea so pure,
It has the powers to cure.
Walk away into this life,
Sometimes take a dip and sometimes you just dive.
YOU ARE READING
.RHYTHM OF SOUL.
PoetryYour words always don't speak what you wanna express Your expression not always supports you Your heart not always beats for you Your desire cannot always burn as fire Your soul is not gonna always be with you Even your shadow leaves you in dark t...
