Odviate Vetrom
Gone with the wind.To be noted.
A love story with the personification of
the sea, the orignal lover.
the sand his object of his undying love
the wind, who heals and then steals......Content.
He teases her
Coming back and forth
He leaves her empty
On a low tide
Where he used to fill her
On a high tide
All day
Through the night
All her defences
He seeps in
Leaving her bare
Breaking her
InsecuritiesShe was never
The oneTo travel
Uncharted waters
To unravel
Old Mysteries
It never appealed
To her
Like
He didScattering dead shells
As he recedes
He marks her skin
The intricately beautiful scars
Now fading bruises hide
With the rest of her scarsHe was gone now
Far beyond reach
And she could only sigh
As she remembered
Old times
The good old times
Oh yes she remembered
The teasing
Ony to her it was
Breathing
She remembered
The summer calm
And
The winter storm
The fading memory
And
The feel of his arms
As he caressed her
Slowly very slowly
Never stopping
Her boulders dripping
Of him
The rocks
Which held his precense
Were now driedHe saw her
As she tried being
Angry
He was too
His anger was for thier fate
Hers was directed at him
It was
A strange comfort
She still felt for him
Even if it was pure loatheBut then the wind came
And she started
Laughing again
With him
For him
And the wind
Took all she had of him
Throwing on his face
The rain wasn't soothing anymore
It was a reminder
A curseAnd he delved deeper
Going to places
He didn't think
He would go
But he did
The places where
Her scent wasn't lost
Yet
Where her smile still lingered
Where the pearls of happines
Reminded him of things
More beautiful
More valuable
More life saving
Than
Stars in the sky
Moon at midnightHis memory
Of
Her
Was it
A curse
Or
A boonShe looked at him again
He was lost
Wouldn't let her
(Help)
In
So she let the wind
Catch her
As she fell
As she lost the battle
She had fought so earnestly
Swirling in the breeze
Dancing away the night
She from the corner of her eyes
Saw him burning
But he did nothing
So she said nothing
And he watched her
Smiling
As in a merry dream
She used to be his
But now she was
Gone
gone with the wind
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Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century