wairror of love
i aam at war nd becuase i love U I will FIGHT FOREVER
The first sound is of a bright crashing
The Sea, again, gritting rock into sediment.
I think that he is lashing out against God
for separating his blue from Sky
A whisper is the second,
The warmth of an enveloping gale.
The Sky’s attempt at consolation
Or perhaps an endeavor
to send the Sea’s prayer within a wave
A canopy of trees form a million tiny suns on the sand
They do not weep,
because they do not share in this hue
Penance,
My bludgeoned form
This flesh to save one other,
blue
I am stricken by the scent of salt
I know that we are the same



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