Pebbles crashing underneath the sea bed
Rhythm of the waves and whistling wind
Lovers cuddling inside the tiny tent
Cherishing the precious time lent
.
Vigilant moonlight reflecting the placid sea
Stubborn fishes playing hide and seek
Sea creatures are doing their tricks
The entirety of the night is swallowed by magic
.
But then,
tiny hope washed ashore;
Destiny seems unsure
Sitting on the blue tent alone
Wondering what it feels to be
with you till dawn.
YOU ARE READING
DEAR SELF,
Poetry"The love that you are searching from someone else, will and must always start with yourself." (A collection of poem and prose about self-love, moving forward, and embracing one's imperfections) -ResNullius-
