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Lullaby of Waves
An echo of footsteps fill the serene salty air, muffled thuds like faint taps in slow motion, moving in a somber sonata over a creaking pier. The bitter breeze is a harbinger of forthcoming storms, but in an empty promenade the silence is soothing. My anchor heart finds comfort at the sun shimmering, upon a lullaby of waves calming the senses, I lose my thoughts, almost forget myself, as they softly caress moist sands, sinking deep into trodden grains, each ripple touching my hollow soul like messengers of prophecies, with sweet premonitions of pleasure and treasure, but some resemble embers eternally burning, leaving behind a directory of debris, engraving intensely, as each fragment weighs me down like burdens from a wreckage. The mind ponders, how I am a northern shore whilst my life is a southern coastline. What could have been and what will be, what is mine and what is not, what I actually deserve and what I have got. In these internal fragilities, we are like estuaries without an embankment. But in this stillness the sunset is evidence how the end can be graceful. I gaze towards the ceaseless seas, wishing the tide could carry me away, but I am a broken boat left to rot upon cold sands on a winters day. Sunday Scribble
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