A Poet's Dying Breath
Monday, July 8, 2013
Ocean Gravity
Something always brings me back,
Back to rolling waves
And salty water that sticks to skin.
It never takes too long.
I come flying back,
Tumbling down hills
To bury my heart beneath sand
And hide it in the tides.
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