When I was young, I was also like the waves
I came with my bare hands and was defeated with my bones
That fearless roar
No more echoes. When I was no longer young
I still believe that the rocky
There will be a time to collapse. The sea, the sea
Like mother, who broke the devil's compass
Nowadays, everywhere I go, I have to take a handful of seawater
Taste a different bitter taste with my mouth
Only then, it gives me an extra sense of ritual
Just like the puppy on the beach
No matter how far I am teased by the waves, I can find my mother's nipple by the smell
About the Creator
Ann M Hollins
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