Tides of Grace

Sat, 04/09/2016 - 17:18 -- Gaddy

Slight ting from crisping golden beams,

The mellow sway of palms rustles

There leaves chirping

Intrinsic in the forgotten hustle

The sounds left beyond the tides.

 

The oscillating sound

Reverberates internal

Crashes in statics

And fades fondly, forever

Measure by measure

 

I find no meanings left to withstand

No persona to assemble

No identity to prune

For I am adrift in mind

 

Panic picnics left past

My momentary state of maturity

I have no discomforts

And left lulled by the waves

 

In elegant ambiance increasing

Left lost in natural splendor

Unshared and connected

Gracefully Conscious

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Gaddy

The dignity that comes with the feeling of being connected with the world personifies the idea I hold closest to my heart and could not live without whether on a deserted island or any other place.

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