i get a feeling
a feeling so old and rusty, it makes me feel anew
its the feeling of the ocean waves crashing in my ears
the sticky saline washing my arms
the dust motes dancing in the pale moonlight in the attic
the rocks shimmering, obsidian-like
the music notes crack,
the voices delude
the harp strikes high
the distant hills, misty lakes, smoky skies
a chill so cold and ancient in my heart
a chill of loneliness so crisp and yet so welcomed
i feel one with the waters
the hues make my eyes hazy
the calmness in the eye of the storm
it feels like home somehow
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Almond Blossoms
PoezieNamed after my favorite Van Gogh painting, I try to give some feelings words.
