An ebb and flow of miasmic emotions,
As I revisit my thoughts and my notions,
In the sunset of failed endeavours,
A hope for the future somehow manoeuvres,
Clouded patterns of all my dreams,
A rising tide that within me screams,
A touch of sad wetness in the sands of time,
And a distant view of a contrasting skyline,
Far recesses of my ‘self’ that I reach,
Everytime I take a walk on the beach…
2 comments:
now that I have been there ....
its really beautiful.
every word is like in flow ....
yeah...beaches are that peaceful, even if sometimes you have to contend with not just the ocean of water in front of you, but a sea of people around you too...
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