Calling ocean..2

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It's the light
that falls on the water
and moves with the waves
that tells me
to ride the breeze
and play with the colours
of the sky.
I have no desire
any more
to get to the treasures
that lie below
deep, buried.
There will be takers,
I know
and good luck to them.
For me
the rawness of the rocks
stickiness of sands
and the soft murmur
in my marrow
is more than enough.

UPLIFTING

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The field open
The ground covered
Bushes vying with each other
to catch every bit of sunshine
My soul listens to the song
being played in my veins
as my mind soars over
the spirit to paint
the skies with
colours of the unseen.

This is the time...

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So happy I am
that even the rough
bark of the tree
reminds me of that warmth
which soared me
into skies unseen
and colours unimagined
and a world beyond breath.
Just to be able to lean
against a strong trunk
so sensuous
unmoving to the world
but moving a world
inside me.

Riot of colours

Like you the Sun too
moved away
leaving me in the
midst of this
riot of colours
all around;
all colours of
my life bubbling
throbbing
pounding and
panting with joy.
Will you come back?
Sunshine sure
would be there.