The sea like grey silk
Clothes its depths in
Shimmering sadness. And
Grief is not a cliff that
Demands that you leap, but
Every shipwreck knows that
There is a limit to
How long it can keep its
Secrets in the deep before
The sea strips all veneer, and
They rise, cliff like, to crash
On unclothed shores.
hello, beautiful! i really like this! also i was wondering. that are you like married? i like your blog! 🙂
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married with kids, Srijan – so if you want to discuss anything other than my blog: move on.
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i was just curious, you don’t need to react in such a manner. take care!
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you take care too.
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