Towards the Sea

Nen Poetry

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Nov 30, 2023

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Get there last,
 the end is there,
  take it slow,
   no destination needed.

Eternal and safe
 under the sun's nurturing light,
  dancing with the moon's mystic glow,
   in the realm of the seen and unseen.

Visited by
 whispers of loved ones lost,
  hearts mended from their breaks,
   their steps echo, guiding, guarding.

In every step,
 a revelation of self,
  paths woven with memories,
   the old and new in a delicate fabric.

Gently, softly,
 this journey transforms,
  not merely a path,
   but an awakening, a blossoming.

Here, in memory’s tender embrace,
 time’s river flows in reverse,
  memories unfurl like nightly blooms,
   scented with the perfume of the past.

Carried by dream's gentle river,
 over stones, smooth with shared sorrows,
  beneath arches of yet-to-come hopes,
   towards the sea of tranquil being.

This journey, not for the end,
 but to relish each twist and turn,
  for in the cosmos' grand expanse,
   we are both the travelers and the destination
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