Strolling Poem by Infenity Covett

Strolling



The sky was dark and with a haze
I walked along the coastline; green
with all the seaweed thrown out
as if the sea got sick
of coming at the coast pleading
for love
and puked.
Oh dear sea, I know your misery!
We are alike, except for one thing
because I too was sick
of pleading for love
but I
unlike you
gave up
eventually.

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