Ethereal
“A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, and the air drunk, like wine, late sun lays bare the rosy limbs of the pinetrees. Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.” - Anna Akhmatova
Enter a mysterious world as deep as a sea or an ocean -
The plane upon which spirits or ghosts most likely dwell.
Heaven it may not be, yet it summons a blissful emotion.
Exquisite is its beauty. The sweetest flowers have its smell.
Romance can be defined as this when love is sublime.
Extremely delicate, it could be an angel’s voice.
As a poet, you may submerge your soul in its wondrous rhyme.
Like a vision it might linger – if it be your choice.
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