Breakers,
batter me.
Spume.
spew over me.
Soothe with green
caress
this salt sadness
oystering within.
Sting,
sting deep, so deep
that old pain
fathomed beneath
might be...
forgotten.
I waver.
I come and go.
It comes and goes in
waves.
Footprints hush
into running sand,
and none will know
the way that I have been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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