Beautiful Love

Holding Hands Sea Relationship People Happiness
Holding Hands

The madness, the folly,
Wind, storm and hurricane
First moisture and last drop
The epiphany and the holy truth
Converse shoes and space suit
In a being, whitewashed by the tide
Of that torment called yearning,
Creeping like a gangling vine
Searching for the glimpse of the sun
To climb to where it all blooms
And then falls like a drooping grape
To humility’s tongue

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