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the waves dancing
the sinking sand
and the grasping wind
all in rhythm, reminds me of you, mom
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from afar, everything looks so beautiful
go on, take pictures
...
just don't go here,
please
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i brag about how my comfort place is the ocean
because the waves makes me wanna dance
the sand sinks my feet- i just wanna let it sink me forever
the wind allows me to gasp the air i have been longing for
in a rhythm, reminding me of
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hey mom,
remember when you told me that it was the first time you knew that i loved going to the shore
and i just smiled and looked at
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the ocean reminds me of you, mom.
well- you see, the waves never danced.
it hit people.
broke wine glasses,
and tore rocks until it looked like shells
the
sand traps
a quick sand in disguise- sinking everything that worked hard for
and the wind
gasp for air and she will give it you
as long as you keep asking for it
...
all in an infinite rhythm
that's why
i brag about how my comfort place is the ocean
it is where you are
and where i stay.
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Poetry𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...
