Guest guest Posted July 10, 2003 Report Share Posted July 10, 2003 The Coast The horizon is an elongated wish, The sea whip up the foam, My face is wet, My lips, salty. I open my mouth and a seagull cries. The win slaps me around as if to awaken me, It wants me to understand. But what? Maybe the solitude, Perhaps the silence. Understanding So that is what I am? Self, dissolving in self. Ever more wispy, Losing, finding, forgetting, fading forever. Best wishes, Pete Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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