....water and sand....

As Destiny travels upon the wind,
With utmost serenity,
Caressing the back of a gentle wave
Approaching the shore of our resting place
Laying so peacefully tinged in bronze
By the sweet reflections of a tired sun,
Soon dormant,
Followed by an awaking of the evening Swan
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Here, the images instills an insatiable wonder
Forever pondering at the meanings of water and sand
Of flowers and grass
Ostensibly in the stares of longing
With held back tears and elevated hands
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Here, words are spoken only in the lowest whispers
That of a soft breeze
Touching the fragile petals of a blooming carnation
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Here, souls have been gathered
Surrendered to the powers of Death,
Now believing,
It was always just another way to dream...
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Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2004