sometimes,
i impress myself
with the agility
in which i send my boundaries out to sea…
what a stubborn little heart i have
which likes to spend its time
believing that
that
will calm the storms within their eyes…
like a small boat tacking around sunburned waves
i drown amidst seashells,
dream of love
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Drowning amidst seashells is how we poets must perish. And often. Delightful write K! xx
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Thanks:)
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