Silently testing the waters of mercurial silence,
reaching edges, shores of sand.
Sifting gracefully, falling down, covering the
abyss of loneliness with sharpened sorrow.
Where are the lights on the horizon? Have they
been doused by salted tears?
Or are they living on inside a wounded heart,
waiting to be relieved in tiny drops of tears?
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