Pontus
I am drawn to the Pontus
and its salty spray,
my thoughts preserved,
far beyond the strand.
l be lost,
I be found,
with every surge,
the current,
it pulls,
I pull,
I break,
from the Pontus I was born,
and to home,
I will return,
when I leave.
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