The Tide Poem by R. Ariffin
The Tide
The tide is coming down to bathe you
In colors of futile waves and emptied answers
So set loose your weariness, my love
I am letting go all my broken chances
I am letting go, all over and through
The sun is setting over on your side
In colors of meaningless glory and blinded tempt
So burn all your withered promises, my love
I am washing away all that I am
I am cleansing myself away from you
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