To the south

Days are washed away with the waves of your sea.

Playing with sands, old shelves wanted to see

How easily love could dissolve in your mouth.

Hours twirled seagulls and flew to the south.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

I love the metaphors that ties the whole poem in a beautiful light...I truly enjoyed reading your lovely poem.

~Ev

[Mariam]

Thanks for reading and your kind review)

[Everett DeValle]

You are so very welcome...it was my pleasure.

~Ev

[Wondering Mind]

I liked the backdrop effect of this, with sketched nuance telling of a deeper tale

[Mariam]

So glad that you like.Thx for reading