Standing in silence,
where land meets the sea,
I have come to talk to you again,
with unspoken words of love,
frozen in time,
not stripped away by the passage of time.
Like a beach-pea blossoming
and binding the sand,
a brief vision of all that is
beautiful is but a memory.
Time and affection abandoned me,
concealment surrounded my being,
words overshadowed with silence,
my soul conditioned to a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Where faint hope could never have soared,
someday you will die in my memory.
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