To be or not to be
To live on land or sea
To walk the beach where my lover lies
Or dive into the oceans cool tides
The pale sand moon that whispers
Of love and of lust
The salty wind that cools my doubts
With a inviting and gentle gust
The shells that sound of ancient voices
And sand made of grains of stars
No matter the distance between logic and life
The ocean never seems far..
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Breathing Water
Poetry"Hello? Are you there?" I call up to the wall. Standing at the bottom it makes me feel small. The wall blocks my view but I know that you're there. With this new wall in your life it's hard to show you I care. "Will you please let me in?" I lean...
