Your agony
For which I was not on time
To be the savior I hopedMy hope
A breath of life for which
Your memories are the guideMy apology
For which even the tides
Are too lightMy gratitude
For which even the universe
Is too small~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]