Kohava Ray Poet Free verse

Soft Bullet

A man attracted to the sound of waves
Ended up to live in the lighthouse
Since then
His job is to hang the things
Floating in the ocean

At this port
Ships come in from all over the world
Some travel on the sea of tears
Of hearts that have never reached to their beloved ones
And fell into the salty waters

Hearts, shaped like soft worn-out bullets
Are picked up by the light house keeper
Every time he hears the sound of them falling
And floating in the ocean
He goes out there
To pick them up
Wit his big and thick hands

Then he waits
Until the hearts are dried
Until the tears of the lingering attachment
Are evaporated
And they make a lively dry rustling sound

What the light house keeper is concerned with is
That he must find someone
Who will succeed the job
Which he has been going 
For more than seventy years

I'm thinking to recommend 
That he ask the captains
Married to ships all over the world

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