Sands
by Linda Bansil
I have been walking in the shores and trampled
the sand its been flying in midair
reaching my eyes until it pained them
and the waves are hitting the stones even harder
as old wounds open up and bleed
teeth clenched they are falling
salty,hot
painful
its trying to rhyme with the splashes
I hear they were all imposed by the tides
no more surprises this is my prayer
no more surprises no mud no stone
no gusty winds , no whispers and hard surfaced stones
reach this cheeks
no more emptiness
walking in the shores trampled by unforgiving waves
all wrapped up with a series of deceits
by Linda Bansil
I have been walking in the shores and trampled
the sand its been flying in midair
reaching my eyes until it pained them
and the waves are hitting the stones even harder
as old wounds open up and bleed
teeth clenched they are falling
salty,hot
painful
its trying to rhyme with the splashes
I hear they were all imposed by the tides
no more surprises this is my prayer
no more surprises no mud no stone
no gusty winds , no whispers and hard surfaced stones
reach this cheeks
no more emptiness
walking in the shores trampled by unforgiving waves
all wrapped up with a series of deceits
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