Weaving the leaf of the drop of ocean…

Entering the gateway

Where the skies and the waters

Wait

For my weave

Of a leaf

Of the drop of ocean

Which I had protected

From the storms

The weave was complete

The leaf was made

The drop of ocean looked good

In its leafy appearance

And,

I

Plunged

In

That

Weave

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Hearing the waves’ breathe

I’m waiting to

Hear your breath

O, Oceanic waves…

Where your breath shall soothe my

Ever-craving ears

To look past the bygone moments

And

Walk alongside your meandering movement

Caressing your troughs and crests

Picking up a few blossoms of bubbles

Just here and there

Call me!

Be my host!