At the seaside – a poem

[Anna @akrasko97]

At the seaside

 

The wind, the sky, the waves 

and furry grass of dunes,

the yellow beach’s back…

The self is stripped of rank,

of little selfies and of tiny fames,

And sunshine fills the emptiness in space.

The wind is rolling steady wavery tunes

And every drop of thought is being tossed

Aside, and laughter and delight remain…

A grain of sand melts with the universe.

(Anna Krasko)

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