Unknown Deliveries
sitting chilled..
leaning on at treetrunk.
quiet..
sand in my face,
wind crys mother.
a Sun turning the sea into a bowl of pearls
peacful..
as the incoming tide fills up the beach with new life..
I set my soul adrift to something new.
or someone?
laughing folks in the back,
out of sight but knowing their smiles last..
for good.
sundown with outgoing tide,
leaving behind a bay full of exitements for the next day.
or homeless in need?
will my soul end up somewhere nice?
or be here waiting the next day?
Hopefully!
´cause it belongs to me..
not just for instance!
Take care.
this is from the guys at european medium, thanks!
-nh
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