Ostend souls

Lorenz

One windy day  on the flatland,

I'll take your hand on mine,

like old times...

And we'll  gaze across the  grey  waves,

the weathered -beaten dunes 

with their soft dips and curves ...

Ostend  shall  scatter my sorrows,

and I walk on  the dreamy paths ...

Love will tell of ancient desires,

and other moist  stories...

 

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 4th, 2023 03:02
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 13
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    ok I related to your words
    enough to overcome my distaste
    for that unseemly word 'moist'
    nothing else can express
    how much i enjoyed reading your Poem
    thank you!

    • Lorenz

      After reflection I kept the final ''wetness '' of the story but adding an adjective ,giving it a more (amore !) general meaning .
      '' And other moist stories ''
      Thanks for your inspiring remark !



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