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12 March 2010

The waves crash in my mind
and my heart is filled with
the sea-longing, the heart-calling
to the crashing of the blue-grey-green waves
against the pure white sands
of my childhood;
memory is a cacophony
of sentiment, merriment, sorrow, and wonder,
of waves that wash the consciousness
and recede below the high tide line
hidden deep inside the mind.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. 12 March 2010 06:21

    i like the word feeling and the rhythm of this

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