Love you my seawalls!

I feel empty of everything,
for whether it is a feeling which
would come out of some subjectiveness
or a conscious mental effort.

I don't know, how often I think about you.
It is some sort of concealed grief! The moisture
do gets produced from the eyes and the sobbing softness of heart has always so much to say.

Although the inner stratum seems to be
devoid of any feeling but there is a generous
flow of mighty support which encourages
me to keep moving forward regardless
of the hard knocks.

-You are my seawalls, I love your hands as they protect me from hitting hard to erosion.

Shivpriya
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