Thursday, April 14, 2011


What a drop am I in mid-Atlantic sea,
to think that this revolves around me.

What a grain of sand I am on shore,
to take the Ocean lightly, no more.

Peace with myself to know,
my place on this water-ball,
my ashes, to sea, do throw.

(‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’)

No comments:

Post a Comment