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


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.


the sound
of waves—

the sound
of wave


P K Padhy said...

Words are beautifully painted with poetic rhythm.

P K Padhy

Pearl said...