The sun will soon burn into the water and take the day’s final breath.
Alone, I walk on the white sand beach, tossing shells into the sea, trying to forget.
I’m clutching deep-rooted memories and my mind remains upset.
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eBook | Travels With The Hermit Poet | Stories Of Human Condition | Poetry & Photography
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