Serenity of the calm waters
reticent about the storms;
An aftermath, concealed.
Trapped vim and life
breaks out in waves sometimes,
breaks at the rocks. Silenced.
The Bourdon horn of a distant ship,
Like the muffled moan of my heart,
Fades into the endless.
Tides that kiss the feet of the shores
fall back to rise again,
seeking forgiveness, since forever.
Sands that yield to the footsteps,
yet hold no drop of sweat;
footsteps made, and washed away.
The ferry, vivacious and hasty,
sails faster on the current;
The forsaken island, unnoticed.
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