The coasts call
pretending they are not far.
They let their voices carry
inland inland in.
Didn't I know
I should or shouldn't have
carved my secret name
in their sands,
letting it sift out in the tide,
without understanding
(didn't I know?)
they'd always remember
that name
and never let it go
as long as wind still fills the air?
mar 12, 09
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