*Island Cres | part 3

The ocean

Ever changing,

soft and silent,

then soughing and singing

to the seagulls call.

A little poem

flies away with the wind.

The waves are listening

while I'm sitting so still.

The seawater on my feet

so cleansing and strong.

It runs down my skin

like a natural song.

I give up all dreams

and hopes of the past.

I remember so humbly:

The ocean is vast.

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