I walk along the sands of time,
near the ocean,
far from home.
I never knew what things I did,
when I was just a learning soul.
And I threw away time,
I know it,
I was just a wayward child.
Now I am leaves that flutter in the winds,
I'm just a brush that lives in sand,
but I am...
I am a purging sinner, lost
in pictures that someone placed
within a long forgotten box.
I am a fragment,
I am not whole,
I'm but a whisper that hovers
far above the skies at night,
just a trace of someone's lonely thoughts,
I'm a stranger in a foreign land,
And I am near the ocean,
yet I am far, so far from the sea...
C.2019 (Derechos Reservados)
Sometimes, when one is close to the ocean…or the sea…one’s mind opens up to thoughts that are hard to think of in other places. I know that there are many wonderful places on earth where one can meditate among extreme beauty, and although I love such places, my favourite places are next to the sea…
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