In the beach I found myself
Ocean of feeling
wide and wild ones
I and me still there
looking, staring at the waves
as they go up with their
whitish tip, and fall
to get up again
storng and fresh
Quietness and silent
has settle in the beach
there is nobody left
except the old wounded warrior
talking to the shadow of the past
paging the waves to bare his pain
Looking at the sun
snaking behind the horizon
With a smile
I welcomed the night darkness
It has pureness and dignity
with its single color
I believe inside it, there is
a spectrum of colors
the secret of its beauty
I wish to melt in your darkness
and be part of your sadness.
Thanks
Nazlat
Ocean of feeling
wide and wild ones
I and me still there
looking, staring at the waves
as they go up with their
whitish tip, and fall
to get up again
storng and fresh
Quietness and silent
has settle in the beach
there is nobody left
except the old wounded warrior
talking to the shadow of the past
paging the waves to bare his pain
Looking at the sun
snaking behind the horizon
With a smile
I welcomed the night darkness
It has pureness and dignity
with its single color
I believe inside it, there is
a spectrum of colors
the secret of its beauty
I wish to melt in your darkness
and be part of your sadness.
Thanks
Nazlat