Beach grass tightened around his finger,
sands whispering truths to be told...
I am an ocean my love,
and oceans
don't wait for dreams to bare.
We are a strong lot,
amongst weaker waters,
Our heavings high,
capped with heavenly white wishes,
shall share no burden of love,
less,
that burden is bore as one.
And to you my soul is given,
whilst firey sands
turn to glass.
Shimmering we,
against subtle blue
folded in,
by crystal green hints of joy,
far from the murky transient lust
to our content,
meet...
Grass and Sea.
N.PABLITO
This poem is dedicated to my Brother who is engaged to be married as of this weekend.
I wish he and his future wife all the love in my heart and more.
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