The day the storm hit the coast
he drifted along the shoreline
looking for trouble in her jade eyes
– see-through waves through
the discoloured sun –
chaos and fury in his heart
hoping to find her of the pale eyes
forever resting in the waves
The day was torn and grim birds yet began to sing as if they knew nothing’s eternal and old gives way to new that man, one day, will fall ...
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