The Sun Sets but Rises Again
The minute tickling
sound of the sea breeze
huddles cheerfulness
to her longing senses,
gently whispering
hums of tenderness
and uttering words
of love and caress.
The coldness of the
salty seawater
touching her tired skin,
stroking together
like a chirapsia
in a kind weather,
while the sun shyly
begin to cover.
And the dazzling waves
now slowly dancing,
coming to and fro
like a swan giggling,
brushing off her tears
like a lad smiling
and kissing her face,
she's almost melting.
Like the setting sun,
tomorrow will bring
a warm beaming day,
a new beginning.
Weeween 2019
2-1/2 ft x 2 feet
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