I t rains and I look for what is missing in this heart of mine, walking by the shore, where all memories are imperviously edged by the hands of time. There is no one else on the beach, just me walking among the dream like shapes raindrops draw on the sand as the waves sensually kiss my feet. How wonderful this heavenly bath feels, cool and awakening, embracing and sweet. The wetness that surrounds all has no beginning, no end, there is no rain, no ocean, no wind... it all combines in a surreal... Sign in to see full entry.
Martas poems for Wednesday, June 26, 2013
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I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them. All material copyright Sinome 2009