In the heart of meadows, river does flow
Winding through valleys, and its currents do grow
Fast moving water flows downhill,
Like a dance of the serpentine.
In the core of an island, the sea wave its hand, rise, and fall in days
From the shallows when sunlight plays
It was changing clocks when paths are crossed,
It was heartbreak, cause destiny was lost
The sandbars stand, unmoved and strong
Hand to hand that they both long.
Separated by the nature's will
Raze the sand through water swill,
The unyielding tides of boundless blue
A symphony of crashing waves,
An echoes of each other's songs
A journey to where it belongs.
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The Amorist's Magnum Opus (A Poem Collection)
PoetryDepending on the path that we walk through and the way we understand every single step that we take on it. There are various ways that we give meaning and deal with love and life. Consequently, it shows that the odyssey of experience is obviously no...
