POEM: 5,318

Cold Atlantic
May the depth of your ripples reflect what’s behind our short sentences and giggles.
let your winds blow towards him
tell him I yearn for him…
 
Kiss his cheek.
 
Cruel Atlantic
Your games, we see…
you smile. you laugh. you tease.
we hold our breath…
you repeat.

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