In times of despair my Shadow gathers mosses
Amongst the gravel the heart beats steady
The consequences ripple through mind, tide, sea
Air stings
Passion persists
Thoughtfulness marinates the wounds of loss.
The lover waits on the edges for his entrance to be announced
Uninvited but welcome.
When solitude beckons company
Pleasure meets peace
And a new love is birthed.
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