the ocean threw me to the shore
he said i cannot stay
the shore was a barren place
but he was sincere
you always teased that i'd return
all you do is cuff the sand
i created a home along the slate
away from you
you begged i drowned
but I only swallowed freedom
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summer and her freedom
Poetry"summer and her freedom" refers to some short poems that have been written over the span of a few years, through the good and bad nights, I could always confine in the screen staring back at me. I realised whilst writing I had always connected with...
