Category: Writers Block
Where the sea echoes
Where the sand is warm
Is the light
Is the charm of life
The memory of my love for each day
I say nothing
I feel too much
The touch of the breeze doesn’t exist here
Not till spring calls
My tears fall too often
Again, I wonder where this road will lead
It seems too far
The heart of a dream doesn’t beat
It is still
As a river that once flowed freely
But freedom has many meanings
Many paths
Where the sea echoes
I cannot go.
I liked this, but I do wish that the topic had been developed a bit more. Are you trying to put into words a past memory of a place or a time that brought you more happiness than where you find yourself now?
Iris
In some ways, yes