06 June 2012

Our story

Our story 
is not of   
the surf 

rushing to her lover
embracing at first sight
holding on 
for that eternal moment
till the inevitable farewell
the lingering memories 
that wash the shore
and remain 
a while
since she’s left

It is 
more of the mount

in the drizzle
gently smiling
drawing in a long sigh
in the summer breeze
and waiting 
To be washed down to the sea
One day


  1. I do hope it's a long long wait...
    henryblogwalker the Dude

  2. With age we do acquire different tastes...:)


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