Come and sit by the sea,
feel the sand having some playful
time with the shells from the sea...
Now look at the waters
reflecting the sun's rays as it
turns the sky into a twilight city...
I've told some stories
to the sea and listen to the
waves as they ran towards me...
I'm glad you could come
and sit by the sea, because that's
what I did when you left me.
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Blued Lines
PoetryTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
