There was a soulful beam of light
And that was a breath of air at noon time.
For two hours, i lay by the wall of the sea
wrapped in sunkisses after sunkisses;
Chanting tunes of waves,
And waves per waves I am free.
What I thought was another hour of walk
Became two hours of endless thoughts and talk;
And talk per talk to myself, I am free.
What glistens is the rough road under my feet
Into its mushiness and dirty flicks
I hid my thumb in childish feat.
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Into the Deep
PoetryInspired by stories of women and love I love scenes that are tangled And wrapped in cryptic form of uncertainty. And to which, by the sea, with my pen Under the setting sun I caught myself helpless to the deep of its light. Use of these pieces (or...
