At last, here on the shore of the
Aegean sea,
Stranded like a stranger, dishevelled
yet alive,
Sand in my mouth and hair, lying among
debris,
Her heart's pulse like an echo that I
can't revive,
The memory, cherished for too long, is
now gone,
On this Thracian shore, as I lay torn,
by doom drawn.
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