In waves

in waves

Life it seems, or at least I believe

comes in waves on sounds

from beauty, guitar strings.

Lost long ago illusions of

a grandeur love

for life is not a breeze

like one sitting in a swing

waiting for sunset to arrive.

On waves accompanied by

a soft voice singing

filling my heart with beauty

such as a flower

without a single promise

to eventually become a lie.

  One thought on “In waves

  1. May 25, 2019 at 5:21 am


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