thoughts

as i open a sea of thoughts

rushes of curling waves kiss the sands

gather no moss nor leave traces of gloss

a heap of dune boils my commands

.

erasures define as they swing to and fro

’til the wrinkled phase is ironed and correctly done

then it is set ready, aimed like an arrow and bow

shot into the target awaiting fate to be grand

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• Poems