Wednesday 29 March 2017

MEMORIES


I hear the sounds of the sea
An ancient, long lost music
Rolling around in conch shells
Its fingers calling out to me
Thro’ the fog of dreamy musings
Riding its ebbs and swells
Skies ink my soul-life in poetry
As horizons collide, flames oozing
Of bittersweet trysts and farewells….

MS




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