Waves always dying on the sand,
another coming and vanishing..
Tide race sweeping away
hopes and happiness ,
regrets and sorrows ...
Waves have no passion,
bitter taste of impermanence ,
unfinished meditation ...
I close the page of remorse
on the swirl of salt ink ...
Are we only lost drop
on a flow of tears
drowned in oceans of solitude ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 19th, 2023 03:08
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