My heart has gone cold
by the rain washed window
Days on end
you look grey
and unsympathetic
I long to feel
your weathered face
lines and crevasses
caress my hands
You store warmth
from the sun
and pulsate life
into my palms
to rescue my
detached heart
Photo by Cassa Bassa at
Dee Why beach, NSW, Australia
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I’ve enjoyed your wonderful poetry, Cassa ~ thanks for sharing! ✍🏼🌞❤️
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Thank you for reading them Phil!
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You make stones sound inviting.
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😀😄
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Beautiful photo and lovely poem! I love it.
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Thank you Tara. After many days of rain, I went to the beach just to touch the rocks. They were so warm and the texture gave me great comfort.
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I went to the beach… but as it’s winter… I did NOT touch any rocks! 🤣
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Haha you will get frost bites? Or something more sinister? 😁
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“I long to feel
your weathered face
lines and crevasses
caress my hands”
Beautiful lines and photo. 🙂
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Thank you Terveen.
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Beautiful words
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Cassa… Gorgeous! The ending… Gesh girl 😍👏💜
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☺☺
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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