Zywa Bow waves

My world doesn't have to be bigger
than as far as my eyes reach
yet they see a new horizon
when I look around over there

     Give me your hand, wait
     a while with going and come
     with me, together
     we can be at home


I will always stand still
on street corners
looking where the sun is
where the clouds go

     Take off your jacket, your fear
     be happy here
     take a bath
     I'll give you a massage


Indefinite scents
blow over the beach
my feet push
bow waves in the sand

Poem 598
Amsterdam, 2016-03-22

Man and woman
Collection: I am 
Keyword: Curiosity: secret / world 
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