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Friday, May 23, 2008

A Wave of Love


Hits, backs away

And then hits, and again backs away

Hitting pains less

Hence ashore do stay

It is salt that you bring

Yet come anyway

Stay on, my wave

Though my sand, you turn clay.

Dry I have become,

But seas don’t, ha why would they

Come back, even if the seas die of thirst

Even if the world erases its blues, erase mine too anyway!

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