Hues Of The Ocean……

Leave your worries by the shoreline,
And run your bare-feet through the sand,
Let the water be a soft bed,
When you cannot bear to stand.
Make friends with flying seagulls,
And hold the sun up-to your palm,
Before you duck beneath the water,
Where the world is mute and calm.
Tell the fish all of your problems,
As they all come swimming past,
When your lungs are close to bursting,
Swim above the waves and gasp.
Let the water hold your sadness,
And wash it right out to the sea,
So like a message in a bottle,
All your worries are set free.
And the sea might make you feel alone,
But the world has troubles too,
For how else do you suppose,
The ocean got so blue?

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A beatiful poem I enjoyed reading very much. That is just how the sea takes you.

Sweta Samantaray (Hymns_of_my_heart)

Absolutely awesome! Beautifully described sea mood…look forward to reading more from you.

Ailam K

The last two lines,beautiful. Loved it!

Geetha Paniker

Wow! Beautifully penned.

Savi Mani

a very beautiful poem, just loved the last two lines……..looking forward to more of your poems…….


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