a wave engulfing you whole,
leaving nothing behind,
but a touch of chills—
stinging salt in your eyes.
an urgent car speeding by,
knocking you out of balance,
disturbing and scattering paths—
strands scratching your face.
a wandering wave of wind
carrying and dropping dust,
ruining a clean and neat home—
windows let free your trust.
a subtle state of equilibrium,
a mind toeing a marginal vacuum,
biting your tongue amidst flavors—
spilling your cup of tea.
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Author:
Mya H. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 11th, 2025 09:15
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
The unexpected in many ways startles and sometimes frightens. A wonderful poem of the unidentifiable.
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