SOLITUDE

Like sea waves to shore
I come to you, undecided
yet always reaching out,
in the language of glimpses
and cold sweat.

Whenever tides rise
and roll really fast,
albeit without storm,
that’s the wind teasing
a strange quietness.

© Gheeneil

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