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Huddled into granite
step
Rising tide caressing
my feet
Glistening black
water, moonlight upon it
Monochromatic
artistry, entrancing me
I sit there and
ponder on what happens now
And hours pass
in silence
I simply cannot
figure it
Her cold cleansing
water, up to my knees
She is numbing
my senses
I find it pleasing...
I have a friend
She quietly keeps
rising and beckons me
Water to my waist,
certainly encouraging
As if in a dream,
I silently disrobe
And enter the
chilling loving arms
Of the only friend
I can ever tell
I reach for her
'Only you can understand
The pain and sorrow
and shame that I feel
My fear of returning...
To this bastard
of a world'
She rejects me...
I cry out loud
'Let me go with
you!'
Her embrace is
gentle as she whispers
'No, it cannot
be... not just yet'
As she departs
and returns to her sea
I am alone
I dress, then
wander home
To lock away my
memories.
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ANNIE H
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