As the sun goes down
rays of orange light
filter through the crashing surf
Curling waves glowing from within
It’s gorgeous, magical, mesmerizing
And maybe that’s what your love
does for me
Perhaps it fills me
Works it’s way through
the churning, swelling, rising, swirling
Waves that are me
Yes, your love flows through me
And makes me something more
Makes me something
beautiful
©️tara caribou – 2018
Originally published on The Literati Mafia.
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Your use of “beautiful and me” sounds like positive thoughts have broken through, this time anyway?
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Not really, I was just sitting at the beach watching the waves and the thought occurred to me. I’m sure not everything you write is reality either.
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Now you sound like my wife, who doubts what I write about as well
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Makes me something beautiful,
I feel the most beautiful when in love. ❤️
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True.
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The honor of knowing you are the beauty apparent. The flow confirms the honor.
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