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Amy Al Poem
They gave me an ocean.
Miles long and centuries wide,
Cerulean, cyan, sapphire and sky,
With a coldness so bitter,
And a sound so sweet
They gave me an ocean.
With fresh tears in the salt,
And a dance on the waves,
Glass messages adrift,
They gave me an ocean,
But I wrote the vessel,
To the edge of a void,
Seeking new beginnings,
They gave me an ocean,
I sail a rowing boat.
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Wrapped up in blankets against the cold morning air,
Curled up snugly in wicker seats
Frosty breaths of conversation,
Expelled a mist above our breakfast of waffles and hot cocoa
Our blushes were hidden behind pale white hands,
Whilst shy smiles wrote our story
We exhaled secrets into the day,
And inhaled nervous expectation
A foreign land awoke around us,
Whilst our voices spread wings to depart
It was that August morning amid the pastel sunrise,
That I fell in love with you...
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There is a suitcase in your hand,
And a film of tears blinding your
eyes,
The salt lingers on your lips, my lips
Like a final gift, a reminder of your
presence,
I savour the taste, and sink into the
heat
Our fingertips linger on cheeks and
bare shoulders,
I'm weak and seasick, our hearts
reside in our stomachs,
Deep indigo marks in the crook of
your neck,
The sweet collarbone, your warm
scent
Skin slides past skin as we distance
ourselves,
A distance expanding with each
passing second,
We step back to gaze, eye to eye,
My soul is screaming, can't you hear
it?
You blink, and I want to catch that
tear,
To return it home and break its fall,
It collides with a tiled floor,
I swear I hear it shatter...
The terminal terminates us,
Why else call it that?
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There could be worlds between us - for all the difference it makes
A distance measured in land, in sea, in people and in places
An infinite journey in each bus, each train and each plane
There is patience, in every second, every minute and every hour
And an unspoken desire to sew the cracked continents back together – inch by inch, metre by metre, second by second.
Make us whole.
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