I walk lazily by the sea,
over the cushion of a sandy beach,
as gentle on the eye
as a vintage sepia photograph
from my archives,
steady warmth emanates
from the golden grains
I listen to percussion of waves
rising and falling with rhythmic ease,
buzzing with its dormant strength,
crawling gently to the shore,
kindling its own symphony,
horizon impeccably stitched with a silver line,
hemmed to perfection,
as if by a loving adept seamstress
far away streamers of tapered light,
flow through cracks
in languorus clouds,
a solitary albatross with sleek efficient wings,
streaks out towards distant horizon
bidding adieu to a departing sun.
I settle down on the floury beach,
soaking the sun of dusk,
breathing in the salty air
life is so much like the sea I reflect,
sometimes at peace,
sometimes a raging storm,
so take bad in your stride,
dont beat yourself too hard,
stay undeterred, undefeated
for there is always hope
for a better tomorrow.
Winter always turns to spring.
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 12:21 PM UTC
I walk lazily by the sea,
over the cushion of a sandy beach,
as gentle on the eye
as a vintage sepia photograph
from my archives,
steady warmth emanates
from the golden grains
I listen to percussion of waves
rising and falling with rhythmic ease,
buzzing with its dormant strength,
crawling gently to the shore,
kindling its own symphony,
horizon impeccably stitched with a silver line,
hemmed to perfection,
as if by a loving adept seamstress
far away streamers of tapered light,
flow through cracks
in languorus clouds,
a solitary albatross with sleek efficient wings,
streaks out towards distant horizon
bidding adieu to a departing sun.
I settle down on the floury beach,
soaking the sun of dusk,
breathing in the salty air
life is so much like the sea I reflect,
sometimes at peace,
sometimes a raging storm,
so take bad in your stride,
dont beat yourself too hard,
stay undeterred, undefeated
for there is always hope
for a better tomorrow.
Winter always turns to spring.
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