The sea
knocked on my door
with her foamy laces of
runaway bride
from her own marriage in paradise,
with eyes drained like the clouds,
with seaguls' cries entangled
in her hair, in her soul.
The sea knocked on my door
unkissed yet by a poem of the dawn
on whose arms she lies
her waves of restlessness.
The sea
knocked on my door,
wearing a necklace of sunrises
and the melancholy of the last sunset...
before returning to the mundane everydays.
Me and the sea,
we rang across the sky
our heart beat bells,
our only witness
God- the Time.
Longing by Francisc Edmund Balogh | Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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