Sailing to windward


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((O)) *Waves*

Her warm teary breath fogs the mirror glass
as she tries to fix her face to pass
the coming frantic wave of hands.

Her grief stricken sighs stay inward facing
while his loud packing and pacing
takes on the brassy noise of bands

She fears his love, white crested and foaming,

[Hata Bildir]