Myself Poetry

Sometimes I try myself in poetry.

The weather is getting warmer,
and my heart feels softer these days.
Maybe it’s the sea —
it always makes everything inside me quieter.

So I wanted to leave a small piece of that feeling here.
The sea keeps its own time.
Not hours, not days —
but something older than that.

Waves arrive
as if they’ve been traveling
through centuries of light and darkness
just to reach this shore.

Standing there,
I suddenly felt how small we are —
and yet how strangely connected
to everything.

Maybe eternity isn’t something distant.
Maybe it’s simply this quiet movement
of water and wind, repeating itself
long after we are gone.

And for a moment
I felt peaceful inside that thought.