Day 193 in 2017

The beach always sounds soothing

To the anxious hearts, corroded by the deadly deadlines. 

The vastness never fails to relieve 

The weary souls, cramped by the concrete jungle. 

Freedom surfs,

As one chases the waves down and breaks with them. 

No rules; just be free!  

(Delayed) Day 183 in 2017

Let your heart rise to the bluest sky,

While your feet discreetly rooted in the ground. 

Remember, the sky is not always bright, 

But let your heart soar anyhow. 

In the vast horizon it might dauntlessly fly,

So no one would be allowed to have it found.