Barefoot on the sand
the bonding with the past;
why does the pain sear so?
Why the memory scald?
Here on the canvas the landscapes speak
a language that transforms time.
Here life assumes a distant gleam.
Here the gloom changes into a light,
a light that falls magnanimously
on all things dark and raw.
Here you stand rooted in sand
as the sand shifts and you move
to lose the ground you felt was there forever.
the bonding with the past;
why does the pain sear so?
Why the memory scald?
Here on the canvas the landscapes speak
a language that transforms time.
Here life assumes a distant gleam.
Here the gloom changes into a light,
a light that falls magnanimously
on all things dark and raw.
Here you stand rooted in sand
as the sand shifts and you move
to lose the ground you felt was there forever.
Inspired by the posts and the words I found o the pages of @Joe Leigh-Corrigan and @Souheil Ghammachi
Follow me... To the bottom of the abyss. To the very top of our paradise. For better or for worse... until our very last sunrise
- juansen dizon, Adventure
Have a great week ahead...
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What a post!
Thank you, Sushama, Joe, Souheil...