My soul used to be as deep as the Pacific
When I was around 17.
It used to be full of strong winds,
Seagulls would rush above it
And dolphins would swirl with waves…
The water used to be transparent and clear,
With a fulfilling smell of iodium
And each crest of a wave
Used to be special,
Beautiful and mighty.
Now I crave for some more water,
As my soul is running dry,
I only see the land
Which looks like a desert.
I try to find a way
To feel the element of water again,
And I keep stumbling upon
Hard rocks
And old green branches
Of exotic trees.
I hope this is not the end,
I hope for the depth of inspiration
To come back
Like a tsunami.
The ocean
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