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Drifter

A poem

By Vassilis AnagiannisPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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Photo by Abhishek Koli on Unsplash

Your place is among the tides,

between the waves

and into the caves.

* * *

You dwell in the rain

and sleep in the sand.

* * *

You walk through storms

and wander the land.

* * *

You have seen the beginning of things,

you can follow their evolution

and foretell their ending.

* * *

The surprises have become few,

short-lived,

they’ve lost their rhyme.

* * *

Beauty remains the same

and can still touch you,

but only should you decide to let it;

when you are not hovering with the wind

above the sea,

when you are not flying with the birds

above the forests;

watching,

assessing,

fearing you might disturb it all.

* * *

You drift away and into things,

forth and back again;

with no apparent aim,

only a hunch about the road.

* * *

You are in many ways a lot like the wind

you so much admire,

always drifting,

but so regrettably sentient

most of the time.

* * * * * *

Originally published in medium.com.

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About the Creator

Vassilis Anagiannis

Wandering into the endless maze of poetry.

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