So empty, so hollow,
the tide of time eats the shell.
In a way, you say
this is life.
Desperate,
I rush to agree.
When was it?
When I last tasted fresh water.
Why do I hear nothing?
The bellowing conk,
the ocean within.
A dream passes
A dream begins.
3 comments:
nice...
but for the angst that could be real. Is it?
( sigh)
what do you think?
if its there, it must be real. the only flip side for the better is that there is so much that defeats the angst.... Most of the time.
Th effort should be to understand and realise, and joyfully at that,all the time.
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