the sea rolls on, indifferent to
our needs, within its rhythm:
and years roll out like waves, except
they take our loved ones
with ’em
the sea rolls on, indifferent to
our needs, within its rhythm:
and years roll out like waves, except
they take our loved ones
with ’em
Your poem is so inspiring!
I’m not a great poet, but this is what came to mind when I was reading yours.
When sharp memories become mere blurs of colour
and the trampled sand becomes a blank canvas
all we do
is to sit and watch
like a
never-ending movie
I like it.