#431 (synchonized shores)

Confined to these walls

of dust and warm, dry air

his lungs are longing for the

rough touch of salty wind

the waves in his mind

finding the same frequency

as the ones further north

where his heart rests

and his love is blossoming

in the surf like the

seabuckthorn graces the

shores carrying a memory

into the future.

 

© Matthias Geh, 19th July 2018

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