A poem came floating by,
bobbing up and down the waves.
The sea left it on the sand
with the insouciance
of a lover rejecting the beloved’s gifts.
Soaked to the core and wrinkled
like a new-born’s hands,
bearing the smell of brine,
it turned to soggy bits in my hands.
Crushing the remnants of disenchantment,
I flung them back into the sea
only to see the wind carry them away
to a faraway place beyond my reach.
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