A Kind One

The salty torrent crashes on the shore as thunder
Bringing former thoughts back into my mind
As the brush paints the portrait of a small girl
Being tossed around by these ocean waves
Are those waves too blind to see she cannot stand it?
Her Soul becomes smooth, just like the battered stones
But it is released ashore high tide, and left there full low
And it joins those like itself, bonding and friending
As the distant ocean becomes a memory
For the softer souls exist, and are loved
SmilesGoForMiles SmilesGoForMiles
18-21, M
1 Response Dec 15, 2012

rays of the sun. It shines heavenly like a little baby's pure heart pounding gently.The words coming out of his/her mouth echos my ear like a cool breeze blowing my hair gently.