The shoreline waits,
But she will not go,
"It is too late" she says
And knows
The debris and the tatters
Mark her out.
Visitors run to the shore
They see the sun and the Dutch sky
Big, like their lives.
She turns in her bed
And sinks down low.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
The shoreline waits,
But she will not go,
"It is too late" she says
And knows
The debris and the tatters
Mark her out.
Visitors run to the shore
They see the sun and the Dutch sky
Big, like their lives.
She turns in her bed
And sinks down low.
Low spirits in summer.
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