Letting Go
A red sun slowly set,
softly burning the clouds
it hid behind.
Filling the gap
between ocean and sky.
Suddenly before me,
staring me in the face
all the regrets
I never knew I had.
I caressed each one
as they gently rolled
into the sea.
Letting them go,
I breathed.
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