Read Poem: DANCING TO THE BRINK OF TIME, by Shobana Gomes

I stood there like a shadowed dancer,
Dancing to the brink of time,
The wind in my hair,
The tide washing ashore, soft as the grains of sand,
beneath my feet.

Nothing would stop me from raising my thoughts
To the soul of the sea,
That shone against a violet sky.
Gentle in its outbursts, almost a sigh.

I am the wind,
I am the tide,
I am the rain of salt,
In a salted sky.

I am the girl who danced
To the windless breeze,
I am the child,
I am the woman.

I am but a dancer,
Dancing to the tune of a world that sings,
Taking nimble steps across the oceans,
And believing that,
My soulmate lives somewhere through ageless horizons.



Author: poetryfest

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