Waves

i’d like to bet—no wave curls the same;
the mist that ricochets upward
dissolves into sky
as the white crest races toward the sand.

the scent of it lives in your soul;
the taste of it touches your lips
—sky bathed in salt.
—salt bathed in sky.

if only to have
wings
to ride the mist
.........................till the end of time.

by s./j. goldner

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This is amazing, just the whole concept of it, i miss reading poems like this. Beautiful words, that are so much more than words.
this is a really good poem i love it
Beautiful lines... If only to have wings, to ride the mist... Keep it coming!
Why do I have that urge to go to the shore?
I see a radical Seagull who flies beyond the infinity against the wind.
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