A sailor in love with the wavesand eventually like the waves he becomes a hopeless lover.
A poet is in love with wordsand eventually the net of wordstraps him from meaning.
The sea is an infatuating spread the jungle a passionate net but the sea will not confess its secretthe jungle will not confess its secretand the self become a summit of mystery.
All creation is a medium to a recognition of the creator yet how shall I write a poem of love so that the medium does not hide the purpose?
1 comment:
i don't really know bout love.. but love make me feel alive again.. love make me breath again.. an love make me to be a better person..
i miss my love.. :)g
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