Walking on the Beach

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Walking the beach alone by myself

Listening to the cursing wind

The sea beyond crashing like tea leaves

Wondering what all of it means

Is there a riddle to where the sea and sky meet?

I don’t know but would someone tell me, please.

 

Strolling, skipping over these wet sands

Huddled, the wind attempts ripping me off my jacket

Alone.  There’s no one to see for miles, no rocks no sand castle

Lay in sight.  Nothing but distant memories

Of what could be, once was, or never will

There’s just me throwing stones out to sea.

 

I hear you speak: your voice so faint in the wind

You pleaded with me to stay

Stay, don’t walk away

Here on this white landscape there is no hiding place

No past, no future, or forever more

Just you talking in my ear, walking alone on this strip of beach.

 

A Road cuts through the Mountains

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A road cuts through the mountains

Like knife through butter

Not too long ago the road was never there

The mountains used to cuddle in harmony and love

The river watered their sons

The sun blessed their union.

But then discord happened

And the road came to be

Distant lovers the mountains are forever to remain

Till, who knows, the river returns to consume the road.