an autumn sea
growls with every wave
and chills your bones
with every wind.
this cold sea
looks the same
as last summer
when we laughed.
this haunted sea
has unknown bodies on it's floor
and an abandoned beach
that even gulls have evacuated.
this lonely sea
carries memories
flooded with life
and subsequently
death.
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noontime sonder
Poetry"poetry for those who need it, and poetry for those who yearn for it" /// trust me, i dont know either
