The sound of your blood running through your veins
is the same sound
that the ocean makes
as it rushes to the shore
This must be because
we all have oceans within us
All of us
are as changeable and glorious as the tides
As soft as the white foam
and as powerful as the waves
As it crashes on the sand
Kissing it oh so
passionately
and then retreating peacefully,
calmly,
with such a loving care
In order to allow
the sand to gasp for air.
YOU ARE READING
the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoetryThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
