even the ocean
speaks of you
and has never met you
he says your name
with every wave
I understood then
that every ocean lover
had something to forget
something to let go
something that the ocean
always seemed to know
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
The ocean speaks of you
even the ocean
speaks of you
and has never met you
he says your name
with every wave
I understood then
that every ocean lover
had something to forget
something to let go
something that the ocean
always seemed to know