They said to meet them by the sea
Let the waves crash over your body, move you
Falling stars, dusk falling
A shimmer on the water when it first collides with my skin
The sharpest connection is that of a fingertip and the infinite blue deep
Infiltrate my veins, salt my lips
Make life glimmer again
Smiling eyes are veiled by the mist of the waves
Voices call from the sand, from deeper in the water
Hands joined to hands above this white capped silver
Remember to feel every grain of sand beneath your bare feet
when you take the path home
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semi-permanent
Poetrya collection of poetry "Let this evening be the next piece of fabric you/stitch onto the dwindling threads of time" (from "it's late") (RM 2022-2023)
