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
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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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beautiful and positive
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thank you, i wanted to end it positively with hope rather than the other way around… đŸ™‚
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Captivating thoughts indeed…
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thank you, Swetha M.
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This is a fine poët.
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thank you, natuurfreak…
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waves are thoughts
sand is mind
thoughts comes to shore
to remind
time to go đŸ™‚
using bow and arrow
somewhere far
somewhere behind
somewhere..to shine
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Nice follow-up… đŸ™‚ I like it…
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thank you
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you’re welcome…
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Reblogged this on bottleofrhum and commented:
love to read this again…
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