Rocks will heal


Summer’s when seas gleam
cerulean folds lick stone,
they beam,
on their own.

Tiny limbs sands greet
make patterns rhyme,

Sway heartbeat
heal wounds with time,

Sea-foam resonates pain
larks stagger moan,
seems like eternal fame
might just turn to stone.


          By Aaliya Thahseen


  1. Well composed Aliyah….. Simple yet deep in thoughts just like the ocean which is vast and yet calm in most times. Keep doing good work dude….

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