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Moving to the Sea

Can I fix my heart to keep up with the city?

Though I could move to the seaside,

and settle on the coast;

where I’d nest myself in curtains

blowing in the ocean’s breath.

I’ll wait by tidal rivers,

in the soft comfort of greys,

and try to write the sadness of the world.

The blues of my eyes

and the blues in my heart

will bleed out into the sea,

and ebb and roll

with many waters

through the years.

I will not fight my tiredness,

letting life pass very slow;

I will wade through passing thoughts

and fading dreams

in fading light

as I too fade

into the coastal hues.


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