. . .

less windy today
baby waves attempt their own mighty roar
give the onlookers an eyeful of a tireless show
then gallop in fanciful grown-up pride and hit the shore

©hülya n. yılmaz, 3.9.2017

Inside my car; front line; at the harbor on East Lake Road in Westfield, NY


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2 responses to “. . .

  1. I hear you Hülya. through the emotional divide of your gathering waves from that gentle ripple to the unbearable roar, after which comes the relief that allows one to see more clearly, for a while at least, as the beat of life goes on!


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