Waving tides

Like smashing through walls,   

 We turn to hide,  

But never fading    

 As twirling lights


 Not knowing where to go,

 How to cope,

Where to find…  

 The solace and the rhyme  


 Timing it, waving tides 

 Moving backwards, forwards  

 And stuck in between  

Never knowing how to ease


If dreams come  

Like messages of bright,  

How in truth  

We step the hidden whereabouts  



 Where indeed lays the true path 

  To follow and reach

  The state of free and loss of fear



What is love if  

 Not belonging to me    

 And through it    

Open to be

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