Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Seashells cover her eyes, blocking all promising light,
She is reminded by the moon, that the stars are still here to talk to...
I follow her foot steps, the longest path..
Pebbles and sand, moonlight and sky...
The time revolves around a divine plan I can't comprehend.
He gave up and moved away.
The night followed him in days.
Since the shores have been ignored,
The tide has come in...
Take her to sea and say goodbye.

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