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the wind beats against me,

the wave garners a strength

lifts itself, roars, rolls,

crushing over the beach.

we too did the same;

so much joy then.

the sea rushes  

me back to the time

when our hearts beat as one,

when our dream was the same.

but like the waves

they break as soon

as they hit land

and subside

to a sigh of despair

bubbles, suds that

soon burst into nothingness.

The only substance that reminds

me of my existence now are my tears

the relentless wind fails to dry