Nostalgia

My eyes are always searching,

to see again this endless blue.

Was it real, was this dream true?

My fingers want to touch again-

the warm and golden sand,

Feel it’s pulse, rhythm, life.

My ears are desperately longing-

to hear the sound of the waves and

a seagull’s cry in the sunny morning!

My lips desire, they breathe alone!

Two lonely rocks amid the vastness,

destined, cursed, lifeless stones.

Life is not colourful but grey,

far from the beach I cherish!

far from the sea I love, far from

the eaves under I used to pray…

Far from you, far away from you


12.09.14
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