But here we might find what the unknown Might be….
Beach so different from the rest the land is nor cold but wet
but a place for someone to rest
Aboriginal
I feel the salty breeze on my face, it’s like little cold kissers. It sooths my skin from the heat. The sun feels lifeless and dull today. The breeze has a sound, but I can’t seem to make out what message its whispering. I look to the ocean for guidance I look into the deep blue and at first it bleak and toneless as the others, then suddenly something white appears. That’s when the wind and the sun speak to me. I shudder at what they are whispering and the word is death.
There are some things so hard to read.
They intoxicate you and make you bleed.
Drowning endlessly by a single tear
But it's important of show and tell.
Words can chase the clouds away.
Running alongside of self-discovery
Your parts of mind so unknown
But here we might find what the unknown
Might be….
Beach
so different from the rest
the land is nor cold but wet
but a place for someone to rest
Aboriginal
I feel the salty breeze on my face, it’s like little cold kissers. It sooths my skin from the heat. The sun feels lifeless and dull today. The breeze has a sound, but I can’t seem to make out what message its whispering. I look to the ocean for guidance I look into the deep blue and at first it bleak and toneless as the others, then suddenly something white appears. That’s when the wind and the sun speak to me. I shudder at what they are whispering and the word is death.