2 min readOct 20, 2020

Life rhymes with Death

Simpler times

Waves that came and went

Photo by Jordan Steranka on Unsplash

The only way to get out of here
Is to allow myself to stop being
To stop being smaller than my fear
And in it’s presence to stop fleeing.

Back and forth, recurring waves
Sea that drowns, sea that bleeds
Flowers that bloom on empty graves
And bittersweet aroma that…


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