Original poetry: "Pleamar (High Tide)", by bonzopoe
Today I share with you something that I wrote almost 15 years ago, and that I have found by ordering my files. It is not my best text but it has brought me many memories, I hope you like it.
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Pleamar (High Tide)
and a gentle breeze rocks the fears ...
numbing them,
while the smell of salt lifts the children out of their swoon
as they run free through the house
painting with crayons the walls of the moment.
and the corners are no longer lairs of fear,
while a beat of white wings perfumes the wind
and time forgets that I exist.
and I can look with a magnifying glass
the always hidden,
and discover that you are no longer here,
that you are gone.
while wandering like always
between the chinks of what they call life.
suddenly ... without wanting to,
you closed your eyes in one of my blinks
and I couldn't see you anymore.
looking at me from afar.
Maybe you were never here,
you were just a dream,
one of those that caress our soul suddenly,
and they remind us of what it is to be alive.
Thank you very much for reading this post and dedicating a moment of your time. Until next time and remember to leave a comment.
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