I sit on the beach
Nostalgic beyond words, thoughts
Scattering, runningUpside down, like sands
In a broken hourglass;
In search of meaningThrough transient freedom
Lost in reckless abandon.
Though in the processOf being, living
Immortally suspended,
Incarcerated;Still, invisible
Quite incomprehensible,
Until they dissolved.So, I walk away,
Like the spilled sands, my thoughts
And my heart, simply, ran out.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Summer Sands
PoesíaSummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.