Sperms, washed up by the tide, dies on the Australian coast.
Their heavy bodies hardly breath.
People try to help, water them,
waiting for the turning tide which could save the sperms.
But it comes too late.

The ocean takes sperms, already dead,
and people come back home, sad.

Today, they will eat dinner in silence,
but by tomorrow they'll forget,
and will happily surf the waves.

With each caress of my hand
I built you a castle from the sand
then she came like great wave
one hit, and you made your wave

she drowned in blue everyday I swear whether it was her dress or her eyes she was swimming in it. maybe that's why nobody questioned it when they found her lifeless corpse sinking under the bluest waterfall in that town.

It comes in waves
mid-step
mid-sentence
a rush
it tugs at my gut
and carries me
out to sea
uproots the anchor
of my sanity
and engulfs me
in the memories
that drench every part of me
and just like the tide that washes up, occasionally
wetting the seering sands
just as quickly as it comes,

you are gone

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Is hard enough for me that
I can't touch you or hold you.
Now you have to take away
the only chances of me hearing your voice?
Only left me with words and texts that we used to write?

It hurts to know that you are miles away from me.
Knowing that every night I can't touch or hold on to you.
This distance between us prove that even far away
from each other our feelings won't wave.
Those words you told me,
"How I wish I could be by your side"
means so much to me.
So please don't stop loving me,
even with this distance of us.
Please believe we can make it,
even it takes years.
Let's us hold on to our words.

You're the wave
That shattered me,
I'm the rock
That stood up to you;
It's been centuries—
I've been steadfast,
You've been patient;
What more proof is needed—
We're perfectly matched

Watching the sea
Counting the waves
Am I still sane?

Building castles
Out of the sand
To be washed away

Singing our song
Whispers to the wind
Will you hear me, dear?

Sunrise, I have seen
Now at sunset, I gaze
Waiting for the rain

Wish you give a look
A moment on this shore
While footprints are still here