My eyes, floats in the deep azure ocean
See the far offshore, glances touching and receding with
each blink
I could sense, a smell of water
Saline, taste more like your love
The echoes, of my heart announces loud
Sentiments glared, reserved hands to muffle anymore swirls
Each thought, each memory, handpicked; blackened, smeared
and tossed to the basket
Bereft, solaced in my melancholy hammock
Now pain, scratches the fabric, torn down to rags
I merely touch the threads and draw in horizontal
Resilience witnessed, shutters on and on
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