Gift of myths aroused with the colors,
Of old and forever waves when came home,
Lost in the arms of tide, lost with the love,
Reading with the sigh of those storms screaming.
Lighthouse waiting for his bride in peace,
Counting the countless rainshowers,
Waiting for these splashes to know how,
How a half broken fire light up the whole sky!
Alone, guiding the water to every tears,
A whirlpool of silent cries lived the shores,
Some hanging petals of lust reaching the depth,
To be the evening on every forgotten eyesight.
Long were the arms craving to be touched,
The other broken wishes burnt with its fire,
Never a step taken away from these curses,
The sea softly doused the beach to its peace.
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The acrylic color of medieval sea
Been around since this heartbeat was mine
Once a while these waters never sleep
And waited for the lighthouse to sing a goodbye
The cold chills of the nightly hallows
Stays behind the sound of your kiss
Two strings of the evening star falls down
And ties our hand together on a journey
They gave me just a lip to hold you
And some unspoken words to hug you
Never did a moment felt more like a memory
When you walked peacefully into my footsteps
Two different world sail together with an alibi
Someday a night will be flooded by fathoms of silence
Then these waters will carry our graves beyond the fog
And sound of the distant words will write the rest.
– Teddy ©
This is @ Mandarmoni Beach, Digha