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Heavy branches

The fruit must fall

When time drags on. 

Stretching the wave, 

It will crash, 

No matter how far. 

The sands drenched, 

Beds alone soaked. 

At first, the numbness, 

The nothingness, 

Of not knowing

What is futile, 

Anymore. 

Sink then a trance

Seeing the signs. 

Rivers will flood

Only when breached, 

Storms drive

Tears of longing ashore. 

Stars finally, see them

Over your eyes, 

They are right there. 

Bursting in brain

Sweet magic pop candy

Crackling in mouths. 

Think of heads

Underwater gasping for breath, 

Coming up for air. 

Take my breath, 

Cover my mouth. 

Hands pull boats, 

Thrash to settle down. 

Screams of seagulls

Flapping to the ground. 

Puddles these boats make, 

They bring seas back home. 

Hot sun shines, dries eyes but, 

Salt leaves traces on land,

Unseen by eyes, 

That are unaware, 

Water and earth are bound, 

Even if far away, 

Always bound, 

In horizons, in shores, 

In daydreams, at doors. 

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