A Tale of White Sand
on my top
fishermen carved trail
sow spirit steps
whispered roar of expectations
Away empty- handed
back with results
destiny is there
however
smile
with udder waves
saw
things were never the same
everything changed
my white face
a holy canvas
lovers painted
pure love
browsed the pace of beautiful life
danced with white froth
hand in hand
meaningful
and confidence
revealed the meaning of love
saw
that pure peace
extant
on my top
grinned ankles
praised the natural charms
shorebirds raced sounds
butterfly
showed their beautiful wings
dark horizon looked wild
remained fierce storms
saw
sunset
right to change
all so beautiful
my tale
is real
for I am the real witnesses
not a mere illusion
my tale
is classic
remain touchable
revealed in verses
not heard by ears
no one understood
language of sand
my whispers
rigidity
peacefulness
purity
beauty
only to the hearts
whispered sounds
A tale of white sand
~ (c) sukmawati Komala ~
April 5, 2013
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