Today is also ending--
at the bottom of the snowstorm
the gigantic sun

---Arō

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The sound of waves

Nothing changed after two months as I step my feet back in the sand of Nanganesa beach. 
They are there where they were; the cliff, the trees and fishing boats. The sky, too. Don't they move just a little somewhere?

Nothing changed. But this nothingness.

over

the sound
of waves—

the sound
of wave

2 comments:

P K Padhy said...

Words are beautifully painted with poetic rhythm.

P K Padhy

Pearl said...

nice.