undertide

all is temporal.

the soul of longing

has engraved it’s desire

into visiting pebbles

sitting by the seaside; they are

bathing under twilight – too,

a shifting hue of

washed-out reflections.

they are awaiting, the

approaching tides; expectant

and eager to dissolve

all that has been worn and

carried; into the

forgiving under tide.

 

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