Low tide: it is as if the world, the ocean, had wanted to withdraw, to retire, at the other end, on the other side, perhaps to another galaxy.
The written words cannot be erased, nor the broken promises forgotten.
The heroes have gone, their shadows melted…
faraway, in an unknown land,
only remains the sound of small waves, lashing the rocks.
Beautiful, yet holding so many tragedies.
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Oh! No, don’t say all hope is gone ππ
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Beautifully expressed. A condolence for the world. Yet βas if β gives us promise that we will one day understand our destructive tendencies.
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