Bitter Sea
The Autumn sky is vast
There is no end
The swallows fly exultant
at Summers end
I track the endless sands
and long for peace
The innocence of birds
brings no release
Of meaning I have none
Nor harmony
Yet here I am again
This bitter sea
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