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HYBRID.
Guest
I like to write about things that inspire me...
The sand is emotions,
Lifted, from the soul of the ocean
The depths, meant to stay under the waves,
Concealed by the surface,
The emotions brought up from below,
Rush to meet the shore,
And make a beach, so vast,
As our lives unfold.
When it is safe to tell the world,
Just how we feel.
Is it love, fear or just a desire,
The ocean is our very soul.
The very soul of the inner most element,
That makes up our being.
It is the sand that we number,
Our feelings by,
Ever-changing emotions leading life,
Down a seasoned path,
To the waves, where we join our true selves;
And none other.
---
Love, so pure and rich
A wave beating the sand
Washing away the pain and saddness
Love, so passionate and real
A fire, lit to warm
The sparks of life burning yet so hot
It is this love that lifts us up,
That euphoria
That grace and tranquility that makes us feel whole
Complete.
Love, so simple
The sky, ever blue and vast
A reassuring symbol,
Of that passion and emotion
That carries us through life.
That word called love.
It cannot be understood; not rationalized; not written; not explained.
Only felt, only given, only taken.
Sometimes mistaken;
Never forgotten
--
The ocean waves we remember,
of the pristine childhood days
long gone, like a tide lost to sea.
Never forget the rush of excitement,
and the chilled current that never stops,
the ocean waves have their home
in our childish hearts,
where we leave the hurried world today-
behind, and run toward the waves.
We join Tranquility,
that we forgot to summon,
except through the ocean spray.
--
Thanks! Any response is appreciated!
The sand is emotions,
Lifted, from the soul of the ocean
The depths, meant to stay under the waves,
Concealed by the surface,
The emotions brought up from below,
Rush to meet the shore,
And make a beach, so vast,
As our lives unfold.
When it is safe to tell the world,
Just how we feel.
Is it love, fear or just a desire,
The ocean is our very soul.
The very soul of the inner most element,
That makes up our being.
It is the sand that we number,
Our feelings by,
Ever-changing emotions leading life,
Down a seasoned path,
To the waves, where we join our true selves;
And none other.
---
Love, so pure and rich
A wave beating the sand
Washing away the pain and saddness
Love, so passionate and real
A fire, lit to warm
The sparks of life burning yet so hot
It is this love that lifts us up,
That euphoria
That grace and tranquility that makes us feel whole
Complete.
Love, so simple
The sky, ever blue and vast
A reassuring symbol,
Of that passion and emotion
That carries us through life.
That word called love.
It cannot be understood; not rationalized; not written; not explained.
Only felt, only given, only taken.
Sometimes mistaken;
Never forgotten
--
The ocean waves we remember,
of the pristine childhood days
long gone, like a tide lost to sea.
Never forget the rush of excitement,
and the chilled current that never stops,
the ocean waves have their home
in our childish hearts,
where we leave the hurried world today-
behind, and run toward the waves.
We join Tranquility,
that we forgot to summon,
except through the ocean spray.
--
Thanks! Any response is appreciated!