the sea is grey
and cold
yet the white
birds
settle down
like cut flowers
upon the rough
wash beyond
the shore.
we can't understand
how they
persevere through
weather
like this,
how they go
with the wind
and rain,
as you don't
understand
me, and how
I go on despite
you.
Monday, March 17, 2014
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