Patterns
The older we get
the more we can
make sense
decipher
read the signs
in between the lines
nuances
sneezes breezes
navigating
we learn road maps
when young we
in sand water waves
wind sun feet
see the world
immersed
we know
At beach on April 14, immersing myself...
I, too, now feel immersed by your patterns and poetry. Thank You Karina for helping me see!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos... I am laughing, I see loneliness in all of them. Why do I feel lonely when I see something beautiful? That doesn't make sense
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