The rhythmic sound of the waves
interrupts the cloud of thoughts that once surrounded me,
A mind which refused to ever take a moment,
Now is filled with the melody,
The waves seem tough and roaring from afar,
But it becomes as gentle as a leaf as it touches the shore,
Sitting there all I do is ponder upon its enchanting beauty,
Amazed,how it buries down my worries.
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Recovery
PoetryHealing myself is what for I write, Hoping to see someday the path bright, Each time raising my expectations to great summits Just to let you know how much optimism it brings. ************************************ Feel free to share your views and op...
