Misty morning
Mooring undone
I drift.
Wondering, wandering
No pier in sight, and yet
Yet,
Breakers sound, in the distance
As your call.
Home. Harbour. A safe berth. I am born again.
2 August, 2011
Nonsensical yet... :)
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I beg you please
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choppy seas
I long for some peace
and in you me sees
a cure for my disease.
Hopelessness and hope in a single verse.A wave that tries to drown you also brings you up for some fresh breath. Beautiful.
Your words I would like to freeze
ReplyDeleteAnd keep as fresh, for they do please
And to this write give fresh lease
Of life, and depth, with such ease :)
Thank you seems inadequate. But it will have to do for now, Govind. Only, I offer it over and over again.... :)
loved this one. Was perfect for my mood today.
ReplyDeleteSunitha, :) :) Thank you!
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