Seas of silence,
and stones that don’t stir
Ice in my nails,
and dreams that don’t purr.
He goes to the sea side,
but doesn’t wet his feet
he puts not his fingers in the froth
but a few shells he does cheat.
The sun yellows it out
through my window grey
it roughs out the light
but doesn’t deaden the crawling day.
He talks of love,
he mumbles passion divine,
the rain moistens his words
they fall on clay supine.
The bricks climb up,
to make my wall
they make me touch the skies
a moment before my fall.
I fall empty,
I fall blind
I fall dead
for all I couldn’t find.
He eluded still
his feet were bare,
sand drops clung to them
but he never answered the water’s prayer!
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what can i say?? well written?? had a profound effect?? read it thrice coz i liked it?? or should i say as usual…great work and keep writing??
naaaaahh….u alredy know all this
All I know is that you’re the best…
Thankkiieess