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Standing in silence,

where land meets the sea,

I have come to talk to you again,

with unspoken words of love,

not stripped away by the passage of time.



Like a beach-pea blossoming

and binding the sand,

a brief vision of all that is

beautiful is but a memory.



Time and affection abandoned me,

concealment surrounded my being,

words overshadowed with silence,

my soul conditioned to a self-fulfilling prophecy.



Where faint hope could never have soared,

someday you will die in my memory.