Where waters waves goodbye;
The thorny thrust hurls;
I see through the palms;
A feeling my heart touched;
My knees clattered feebly;
In deepest and loft pains;
I growl in silence;
Words spoken through your eyes;
Sighted through my blindfold;
In dismay my thoughts dwell;
Mouth agape,
words return by the nape;
To say the heart as an ocean;
Emptied by a tiny spoon;
Here I am before you;
As my soul sets for the unknown;
Where the sea takes refuge;
The soil to the rescue;
Our commune begot no clue;
Till my quest is ruled...
By:
Beryl Ace
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