Famishing a slumbering sea,
Fagged feet, flavors a novel sand.
Palpating my soul’s shade,
Between body and nobody;
Nursing a vestal space,
‘tween void and fullness;
Fall I, like a raindrop, forth the branch;
Savoring my freedom of abeyance-
Blearing, shorings of sky and earth.
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Far-off on the shimmering waters of ocean,
A jaded day kips down to sip its pacific potion.
Evening bride’s satiny veil, sedately lowers;
Behind the unknown skyline, she mistily hovers.
Overwhelms the dusky beaut, farming crimson;
Curling me by an aureate thread of emotion.
On this sempiternal road of unfading memory,
My grief and glee embark on a vagrant spree.
An unsounded ail from the locus of my whole,
Raises a thundery racket in the recondite soul.
The frosty tears, unthaw through my folded eyes;
As elating breaths of someone, abide my sighs.
Bewraying my sight, his presence adjoins me warm;
And my spirit’s queasiness, greets its ethereal calm.
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Springs she, at the edge of sienna sand;
By the iciness of turquoise drunk sea.
Subsisting her verity, bosoming her bliss;
Tantalizing her kismet, careen to her tune.
Springs she, in her honed brokenness;
Becomingly torn and graciously spirited.
Sensing too alive in the fleeting moments;
Ardently in passion with her solitary life.
Springs she and her soul, profoundly merged-
Hand clapping euphorically, hollering aloud.
As bluey curls show up in the incommoded sea;
Tones of emotions paints the blanched SHE.
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Strings of Soulfulness 