Standing by the sea,
Moving out.
In-between your,
Toes.
Flowing from I know not where,
Thick white foam.
Upon my broken heart,
The water rose.
Lower than a lover still,
And flower's covered.
Covered over,
Wet and I sat still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We cannot stop or change the tide, but we can change what we do with our own lives. Thanks, James. (Also thanks for your encouraging words yesterday.)