maandag 24 augustus 2009

Ocean of words

Wise, sincere words
hang on top of the wave
as white water
about to break
into my heart

Splashing water
and opening shells
roll
on the flat coast
of my lower belly

The sand
fills itself
with salt tears
rising up
naturally

I hear
seagulls
screaming
break, break, break.

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