The sun drowned itself under an azure sky,
The warm sands were mottled under the setting sun...
She walked, her feet barely grazing the ground..
A tear fell on the sand, unholy and still warm..
She thought a million thoughts..
She whispered silent prayers into the night
She shivered as the wind caressed her face
The broken shards of her soul, scars from a bitter fight..
The ghastly silence beckoned to her
It calmed her agitated soul
The unbroken night reached out to her
The darkness stilled her, and made her whole...
The stillness of the waves called to her
The beach extended its rein..
She stood up quietly, and walked towards the sea
She would never come back again....
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Writing is art but living is real
wish i was younger OR you older !
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