a knotted stomach
too much stress for one person
she calls from afar,
or is it just my rumbling stomach?
a watery foot sensation
the smell of saltwater in the office
running towards the sand
finding closure in the waves
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a knotted stomach
too much stress for one person
she calls from afar,
or is it just my rumbling stomach?
a watery foot sensation
the smell of saltwater in the office
running towards the sand
finding closure in the waves
A sea smell drifts across the street, into my room, and I am called towards the waves.
Drifting along with my favourite thongs and my togs, off I float away.
The sea sounds sing a song of waves, boats, humans, and the thrill of another day.
Dipping a toe, then a foot, then my whole I am lost in amongst waves.
downtrodden man of strength
leading the way into the light
does he do everything by a star,
or is he full of distant starlight?
wavelets of change lap at the shore
slowly, slowly, they grow
now waves smash at the shore
A protagonist of hope in this world
a nymph on the shore,
as the waves move in
she calls to you softly,
yet the words are odd
her expression is plain,
please listen to the sea
you listen for a time,
as you hear sounds
under the waves now,
with her heart so close
her palace of shells,
your watery home