Sun Kissed Days

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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Tides

The tide went out to sea,
it took a part of me.
The salt I tasted on my lips,
were of my tears becoming one
with the crystal blue ocean.
The hours passed,
the hours flew,
I watched the tide return.
The tide whispered of new promise,
the waves danced on my bare skin,
my spirit nourished,
my spirit healed.

14 comments:

  1. sometimes a good cry is what it takes...glad you found healing in the end...i love the ocean too...

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  2. Wow! A good cry and the sound of the ocean's ebb and flow can cure a lot!

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  3. Thank you,Brian. I find peace in the ocean.

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  4. Yes, Caroline...the ocean is therapy :)

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  5. Me too,Fireblossom...me too :)

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  6. There's so much solace in finding a place where it's totally safe to let the emotions flow.

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  7. I like how this poem talks about release. The catharsis of release of emotion and the peace that comes after it.

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  8. This poem is B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L! Especially those words: "The salt I tasted on my lips, were of my tears becoming one with the crystal blue ocean." Many compliments!

    ... So nice to be in touch with you! =(^.^)=
    Beijos!

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  9. This is pretty, and it's how I feel about the ocean too.

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  10. Thank you,Jennie. The ocean is so peaceful.

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