Laying in the sands of such salient need,
We let slip the oceanic,
A want to fortune,
So we bleed.
These shattered hearts in a timeless fire,
Left to whisper as wind,
An unforgiving yearning,
Transient desire.
Most beautiful and pure of heart,
I am misery in growing apart.
Not a moment of peace from this effulgent sun,
To feel atonement,
Be, as unbroken,
By all things left undone.
Memory returns me to the thundering shore,
A smile hidden, ever flowing hair,
Perpetual heaven,
My gift to adore.
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