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The Lake

Dividing thru self conquer

By Shawn RoysterPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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The Lake
Photo by Ivana Cajina on Unsplash

The lake shore showed beauty

direction of hope

thru wind of changes

I wander nomadically from sand to sand in search of meaning

Dreaming but awake.

Fleeing nothing in particular, yet running to an open door

to see myself answer on the other side.

The seagulls need to be fed I assume incorrectly,

as if they are hungry for knowledge or providence

Today I can not tell the difference.

Yet I eat, I assume they do as well.

Sun, ah my sun, wife to my light

Inner recognition to the quest buried into my psyche

Probably by psyche herself I giggled.

I see the yellow hue cascading towards a pouting lip or 2

as my love for Sunna, causes a erect respect

She is pure soul.

No seashell to talk to

So I continue to walk.

The lake hints

The door is near.

surreal poetry
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