I am waiting for the day when you'll finally say, "Okay, foreign mistress, it's time my lips kiss my homeland's limbs."
Make haste, love. You have to find me before another gust of wind takes you away from my waiting arms. From my too-dry shore.
Those waves are no longer touching this sand. Bid them come with you... so that those traces of me can go back to that sea that has missed me... as you cradle me.
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Hi, Came across ur blog and enjoyed my stay. U do have very good writing skills.
Was in a hurry and need to revisit and spend some time here.
Happy blogging
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