sea..
dense with salt..
made of tears...
you are that...
dead sea.....
being a river,
all my journeys
end up in you....
river..
nothing before
a wide expanse of water...
but the density reduces...
when fresh words
pierce your soul...
ecstasy...
supreme bliss.....
tears taste sweet......
we don't need words to converse........
being addicts of poetry
we live life fully.................
[I only contributed in providing the title]
Angelina Pandian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dead-sea-the-river-jordan-premji/
