Old Scar, New Pain
.
Across the windswept sea swaying,
tossing,
sunlight strews diamond dust, sparkling,
dancing.
The din of the onrushing waves
behind
makes the love song that you summon
in your mind
sound desolate, garbled and
fragmented
with the pain of an old scar newly
wounded.
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