All I do
Resting here
a quiet wind touching me
hear the gentle, yet crushing sea
sweep over the smooth stones
A salty smell on the breeze
a rustle of grass
why is it that I'm crying
on this beutiful place?
Simple melody
song by a small bird
the tune fading
in the distance
I feel my heart pounding
something that feels like
sadness and loneliness
lingers here
The wind makes a sudden blow
my hair dances and floats along
I see a field of flowers
before me
Tears drop silently
The white flowers
get red drops on them
red as the crimson blood in my veins
Pain in my heart
blood dripping from my fingers
too many pages turned
too sharply
A mirror in the distance
lonely in the open field
a glance on my torn self
and all I do is simply shrug
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