Vast blue sea,
Deep ,content and glee
A lonely soul stands on the beach
Eyes on the emptiness
Of the mysterious sea
Or maybe for someone who just went out of reach
Those eyes look tired ,but are they ready to close,
Those feet seem burning but would they dare leave the pose
A lost hope drenches the heart in guilt,
When heartlessly bombed the last bases,on which monuments could be built
She knows no one's comming back
Those who are lost never again turn their hack
But that last tear of her's makes her wait a little more,
Just if she could say
"I'm waiting for you at the shore "
By
Ashlesha Dubey
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PoesíaWounds heal but scars remain , Time passes fast , what goes slow is pain. Sailing in sea alone in the boat , Sound to the agony , in the words coat Dig in.... And you won't regret !
