Shooting stars never warned us of their celestial presence.
Nor does the sea coaches us on the rhythmic melody of its song.
Guardians of the shore massages our feet with tiny grains of sunken beauty
and never once reminds us that it is only sand.
So why then should we be so systematic with love?
Just as the ocean that's so densely blue from a distance.....with no
window of opportunity to see below the surface of its beauty......so is a
woman so beautiful with an offering hand and a negligent heart. And as
the tides roll in and the sun light kisses the ocean floor below, making
it so vividly apparent, so is a women who opens her soul to the one who
strokes her desires with glistening words and makes her world an open
book of daunting thoughts and expectations. Now attracted by the sandy
shore, the ocean becomes transparent, clear as a glass that has never
been touched, smudged or cleaned........so is her soul a beautiful
sculpture of his imaginations and most dearest aspirations that he
clings to her and bathes in her glorious innocence .......And as the
tides touch the shore line and becomes one with the sand.....so does he
and her mutates....becoming one and peacefully rests at the break of
tides.
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