I seek a chat with you,
Voiced my love of mine.
Face diagnose with a flash smile.
Word thought I to bless and grace my day.
Wildly wonder, what? Could it be a sunny day.
Delightful words kept I happy for hours.
"The Last Wave"
Holiest,holy hours pleasantly passed by.
Heart and mind lingers,desire to wait and hear.
Oh! what a cloudy cellphone call came.
I am tired, voiced by love of mine.
Promise Land fastly faded into a Graveland.
Tired with everything,urge free fresh state of mind.
"The Last Wave"
Ears and heart dare not believe.
Profound love turned to be a deceive.
Break up sounded so sillily funny.
Nature and mind voiced to me be brave and corny.
To console thy soul love lost in a hole.
Behold beacon of courage and hope.
"The Last Wave"
Does I have to be mean to be me.
Does I have to walk down the road to be me.
All I needed was true love lost in the world of no love.
Craves tranquility to recover and discover myself.
As we are travellers of both space and time.
Grateful gentle time we spent in both space and time.
"The Last Wave"
By: Dè Grt Yambasu
(The Poetic Farmer)
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