unclaimed and disturbed
by far off echoes
sounds waving
the distant sky billowing
whispers of love unforgotten.
A voice heard far off
calling back whales
touching the horizon.
The stars acry of melody
Untethered by fleeting memories
gone past what remained.
No exterior or veins see
through lies uncoveyed,
beating and shivering.
The snow masked the sand,
the sand buried the rocks,
the rocks lied on spaces on water.
No song could hear,
No drawing could hear,
No loving hands could touch.
Wandering off
the distant waves
of dunes, waves and the sky.
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