Hmm
Whose signature are you?
How can you change with every tide,
The sweep and flow to isolation.
What colors can you bring?
In a stroke of moonlight
Or in someone's memory dust,
A lesson learned or taken.
What person will you see?
The easel turning against the sand
To mark the desperation.
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