Whirlwind


Can I hear the sound of an angel?
Seagulls cry, I miss the beach.
The air is in a tangle,
answers within a wind I cannot reach.
Your words were my shore.

This news has me quite a wreck,
I cherished you the best.
You hid diamonds in my sand,
to be discovered thereafter.
You set sail to bottled letters,
and told me you were getting better.
Liar, liar.
My brain is on fire;
burning in the sun of where we first begun.

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