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Ocean of Dreams

  • ninabuenanichols
  • Mar 5, 2017
  • 1 min read

I walked barefooted

On the cold white terrain

The sand teased my skin

With perplexing feeling.

As if in stupor

The gaze turned to the cloudless night

The blaze of the stars burnt my eyes

The barren heart was haunted.

Hope is enervated

Spirit is exhausted

The world is empty

Littleness hid in canopy.

I stared with the specter

Sad eyes, broken psyche

Draw its fate in water

Write its desire in sands.

The beads of tears fell in water

Vast sphere washed away melancholy

Ember of suffering

Unwittingly crushed.

There in the farthest dot of the sea

A tiny glimmer sparkles

A faint glisten yet there

The horizon where is thy dream.

 
 
 

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Half of my life was spent studying and the other half teaching. There is no greater discovery in the world but the realization that we thrive to learn and be the source of learning. I have 14 years experience in teaching English in two Asian countries and currently teaching in United States. Read more

 

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