I stand silent.
A gift given purely
from my soul's joy,
floats off unnoticed
upon ungrateful seas.
Here at the edge
of thankless cliffs,
the ebb tide pulls
the last ounce of desire
from a deeply wounded breast.
Hot tears ache and burn
but there are no words,
just the awareness
it's time to move on
to different shores.
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