Prose

I let the wind blow through my hair,
which falls ,
strands infront of my face,
I see the reflecting starting from the horizon making its path to shine ,
as the fullness of the sunrise fills everything,, it shines  on everyone who seeks it,
Therefore should this beach be full, so too would the paths
Of its light
on the sand
be full,
And in the unknowing,
It already is,
Whose gonna see ?

Blessed be the poor in spirit....