From yesterday
comes a sad thought-
flung like a tempest;
whose soul of pain,
born of raging oceans,
hugs the sand
which receives its tears
in waves of sorrow,
as receding shorelines
mourn the cliffs of time,
and all of nature
bows 'neath the weight
of the burdened sky, crying–
as its soul returns to sea.











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