Life goes on ,on a deserted beach ,
can be an inspired island ...
After summer season and early harvest .
I question the whimsy spirit of tide
when words of love are wearing heavy coats of cold .
Well labelled luggage of memories and lullabies ,
All these bodies embered with jasmin ,
Smiling lord Buddha...Jazzman ...
Eternal pendulum clock
calls the passenger to deck ...
On the shores of a calm morning
voyager, you become a child again ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A profound and heartfelt poem.
unpredictible tide ...
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