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Miasma
The beach was empty, wandering,
the sea grayish-green and cold
billowing white over the water
a phenomenal sight to behold
in no time at all it reached the shore
I couldn't see anything at all
thrilling and scary alike,
eerie silence in the fog, no seagull's call
with visibility all gone, alone
the damp haze caressed my face
helpless, my thoughts run to you
as I succumbed to its gentle embrace
felt the love, darling, strong as ever
an encounter, with an element so fleeting
white blindness and total silence
I could hear my heart beating
intangibly it slipped away
across the dunes into woodland
softly it left me behind,
water lapping at the sand...
feedback van andere lezers- Aramis
i came, i read en i was ... gone with the wind ... killea: Are you a little foggy?
thanks
June - alie_jankind
even meegenomen door wind en water.
groeten killea: Thank you,
June - aquaangel
prachtig killea: Thank you, Angel.
June - Mistaker
Memories...
Regards,
Greta killea: Thank you, Greta.
June - otiske
Een meeslepend gedicht. Heel goed in mekaar gezet, groetjes. killea: Thank you, otiske.
June - lucky
wat is Miasma?? killea: Fog
thanks
June - Francis
sad one, but good
xx killea: Thank you,
xx
j
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