Aug 23, 2013

Silence

The sun shines,
The seconds strike,
The silica spies
A sylvan stance,
As I sip my swirls
On my silent seat

Surrendering
To my screaming soul,
While I seek
The soul of Silence,
For some significance
In solitary stupor

Surreal moments
When the lips don't split,
Are silently seeping,
Soaking the heart,
In this surfing sojourn

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