If only I were listening, I would know ocean speaks,
On the brink of eternity, where transience of happiness gets entrapped,
Where tide recedes but leaves behind the shells of hope,
Where the silent music of heart meets the stillness of dawn,
Where the persistence of water echoes hard on the pebbled soul,
Where what recedes leaves something more beautiful.
On the brink of eternity, where transience of happiness gets entrapped,
Where tide recedes but leaves behind the shells of hope,
Where the silent music of heart meets the stillness of dawn,
Where the persistence of water echoes hard on the pebbled soul,
Where what recedes leaves something more beautiful.
1 comments:
Great thoughts. Now I just want to leave everything and get on a boat for some time.
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