Death in November
i was dragged to the sea shore
where i still dance with your ghost
hoping that maybe the ship's rudder will turn back
and out of the fog, you will mark your return
haunting this scene is-
"where waves are crashing onto shore,
there is weed covered in snow
and fog drip from leaves, like it's arrival of my death"
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