observed your surrender
sand returned to the sea
in the wake of an ebb tide
final departure predicted
grappling for some explanation
don't leave us now
much left unsaid, undone
I scream your name; no sound escapes me
overcome
I weep until I am weak
waves motion me forward
another grain of sand is taken
wait for me
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Author:
Katdream (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 29th, 2026 12:09
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Comments1
A metaphoric poem well written in its obscurity it is still powerful
Thank you very much!
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