Our date lost its oars
our boat Bewildered dates
And stopped running
the sea of our emotion
became to no avail
hopes mixed with the salt
of tears
love calls mercies
drowned next to coral
I was just a drop in the middle
of nowhere
I started searching for
my soul spirit
Between sky and land
star and lake
moon and stone
To come back as I was
After misery
Groping me
part to part of me
Comments
I feel your thoughts are mixed up in this poem, past and present fighting for dominating your future, poet!
I wish you peace of mind my but and dear friend.
k,
anele,
Yes dear, you can see it in anyway you feel it.
It is written to imagine .
Thank you my friend
I am not asking anybody to do anything, I believe in air.
Air is for everyone to swim with its siftings where the soul wants to land.
Thank you dear.
K,
I am a very simple fisherman, only small love with huge
faith does not need space but needs another
straight forward heart to feel it.
Thank you k
Nadiyah,
It is near, yet so far.
Thank you dear
you're lucky if you found what you were looking for ...
wonderful words as usual, fa.
-Nadiyah-
adam smith,
Thank you for this blessing and I hope yours too, dear friend.
Right nadira, great comment, dear
Thank you.
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