Summer, a long day staggers by, as the heat of the day ends
I realize how long ago I have seen your face,
The old wild, restless sorrow gnaws my inwards in a persistent trend
As it steals like a veracious beast from its within hiding place.
I thought it will never come, I thought I overcome
These days; of barren and broken time; yet to idleness again succumb
Bereft of glee and light, laugh and song,
A day like a windy beach bleak that moans and mourns the whole day long.
People walking in dunes; an empty beach at ebb no place to hide,
The solitude and seclusion in a quite shore that bares with its rocks and sandy scars,
If you could only come back like the sea high tide
And light my continuous night with whole sky of stars.
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