Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Breaking Waves

The sun shines over the yellow sea,
The iron ship takes anchor on the shore.
As I stare into empty space
I hear the wind chimes of yore.
You and I had strolled into the alleys of youth
But walked out so much older.
We stand today on the verge of breaking waves,
Together, yet alone and colder.

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