Secret Window

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Once, the tide rose hungry,

wrapping the shore

in arms of storm and steel,

its devotion cast like pearls

through the rippling waves.

Now the ocean lies withdrawn,

its heartbeat pulled far from reach.

Only brittle shells remain--

fragments of a melody

the water no longer sings.

I kneel at the edge of salt and sand,

hands open to the drying strand,

pleading with the water

to return

and drown me sweetly

as it once did.

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