You are like the spec of sand,
carried away by the wind…
far, far, far, away from the land,
where you had always been.
Lost with the sky
you wonder why
the world passes by you
as you daydream
longing for another blue
washing over your grey mind
as you try to find
that forgotten piece of the ocean
lingering with your tears…
and suddenly
you have nothing to fear
for the world is your ocean
and your ocean is the world’s
and as you travel by
floating in the sky
you smile
for it’s worthwhile
to long for home
and to find home
in your longing.
copyright neha 2015
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