Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Waves and Skin

Shall we go get the sun?

Silent thuds of feet stamping on the sand
One with tangible, playful laugh along the run
One other sways heavy steps

Sea shells crumble
Wounds sting
The burning frictions
The hurting forces

Cold sea
Fierce waves
Abraded dry skin

Splashing sounds of the sea
One with tangible, playful laugh along with the waves
One other stands still

Sea shore crumbles
Wounds sting
The burning frictions
The hurting forces

Cold sea
Fierce waves
Hurting wounded skin

I don't want to

3 comments:

diod pemancar cahaya said...

hello. my mind currently drifting away.

oh no. i'm stepping on beach sand. i can see the sea!

you got me, love thisss

robo said...

don't lose it.

the force keeps pulling you into the salt.

kakkakaka thank you

Dämon said...

not many i can interpret...sorry for my lagging brain system.

beautifully arranged for sure.like professional.
keep it up dude.