I present to you my new collection of poems which will be reflective of my present states of mind and compel me to translate my deepest desires and waves of thoughts, brimming with emotions.
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The artwork above is MELANCHOLY by Edvard Munch
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My cup overflows. It is filled with sea-water that I preserve. Time is kinder when the water recedes.
The heart is like a riptide. It can transliterate time from another nation where only you spoke the language we shared and survived on.
My friend, you have given me a lifetime on this beach, I ponder upon your fleeing words. You were the first and the last man on this earth. Our language was considered to be extinct. Our schools of thoughts like sandcastles.
Now the bayous you haunt. Returning to your day in the water. Returning to your ancestors. Returning to the water you can taste without suspicion or disdain. Returning to complete this life-cycle.
