the sunset it cries,
as the sea blew it's wind,
we were forewarn it's heart-rending story.
beckoning the clouds,
it calls for me.
if the shallows could sight,
it would seek for me.
trumpets ringing in my ear,
the symphony is calming.
as it resonates,
it meant deadly.
but my heart yearns for it daily.
why do one hope for what they see,
for hope that is not seen?
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RETROUVAILLES - POETRY
Poetrywords that i can't speak out loud but in poetry, i can.
